The first tremor of the Light, lo the dream journey!

Night's desire is now appeased, she feels the Sun within her�

The Mother of Infinity holds in her bosom her first Guest:

The Call awakes in the lotus-scented senses!

On the far shore where moves the Fiery Wheel,

Rose, unheeded, the cry of the Spaces�

It spread and enveloped even our shadowy horizons;

A golden vision flutters on Earth�s eye-lids,

As the flaming Spider weaves his luminous web around himself!

The Bard wheels onward in his sweeping march:

He gathers in perfect rhythm the soul�s obeisances,

Urges secreted in the heart of the sun-flower,

Hymns limned in her petalled gold.

Darkness massed on darkness has burst all on a sudden:

Eyes once closed open to the Lightning�s flare!