Divinely pure is and white
And wide in my heart
The Mother-lotus of light,
And she lives there apart
Opening and blooming all the time
In a spotless silver-petalled chime,
In a perfume of peace sublime
Secret and sweet.
And my spring of aspiring will
Is a crystal at her feet.
A huge and spacious flower,
The world she bears ;
Her stem is Time's tall tower
Of illumined spheres;
She changes my transient mortal desire
In the diamond-core of her bosom-fire
To a vast eternal spire
Of eveless sunshine ;
At the source of her honey moonrise
I make my thoughts divine.
Angels desire the deep
Nectar in me
I drink in my vigilant sleep-
My wine of thee;
A sky-touch, a heavenly kiss,
A thrilled keen edge of unending bliss,
A scented flower-winged breeze,
A sweet fire-dart,
O white Mother-lotus,
Is thy presence in my heart.