I
saw my soul a traveller through Time;
From
life to life the cosmic way it trod,
Obscure
in the depths and on the heights sublime,
Evolving from the worm into the god.
A spark of the
eternal Fire, it came
To
build a house in Matter for the Unborn.
The inconscient sunless Night received the flame,
In
the brute seed of things dumb and forlorn.
Life stirred
and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
Till on the stark inanimate earth could move,
Born to
somnambulist Nature in her sleep,
A
thinking creature who can hope and love.
Still by
slow steps the miracle goes on,
The Immortal's
gradual birth mid mire and stone.