273. I Seek Thee in the Heart Alone

FOUNTAIN of Fire whom all divide,

We haste asunder like the spray

But waneless doth Thy flame abide

Whom every torch can take away!

I seek Thee in the heart alone,

I shall not find in hill or plain;

Our rushing star must keep its moan,

Our nightly soul its homeward pain.

Song out of thought, Light out of power,

Even the consumings of this breast

Advance the clearness of that hour

When all shall poise, and be at rest.

It cracks at last—the glowing sheath,

The illusion, Personality;

Absorbed and interwound with death

The myriads are dissolved in Thee.