All these must meet me ere they are allowed
To penetrate to Truth’s pure radiant light.
I hold thyself fast prisoned in thy sight
So long as thou approachest with desire.
Myself too as illusion dost thou see,
So long as vain desire is joined with sight
And spirit-peacefulness of soul hath not
Become as yet thy being’s vehicle.
Make strong those words of power which thou dost know,
Their spirit-power will conquer fantasy.