Mind.

Without us and within us mind is all; The truth of life and knowledge still are one, And though all be a dream, yet in the dream All is true to the after and before, And ourselves but the shade or mirror of The what has been or is to be, who still Remembering and forgetting co-exist With the mysterious One, and through ourselves Attain prevision of the soul's escape In some strange eyrie 'bove the flux of all, E'en as the termites ere the great rains rear Their termitoriums in the tallest trees To 'scape the deluge. 'Tis the eye within That has the potency of light: We see But by foreseeing, even as it were The soul's prismatic radiancy imbued Life's rose with an interior loveliness For beauty's summer in another sphere.