Madame Blavatsky will instruct me

In the seven Sacred Trances;

Piccarda de’ Donati will conduct me....

But where is the penny world I bought

To eat with Pipit behind the screen?

The red-eyed scavengers are creeping

From Kentish Town and Golder’s Green;

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.