... sometimes, when our sight is turned within, Earth's ignorant veil is lifted from our eyes; There is a short miraculous escape. This narrow fringe of clamped experience We leave behind meted to us as life, Our little walks, our insufficient reach. Our souls can visit in great lonely hours Still regions of imperishable Light, All-seeing eagle-peaks of silent Power And moon-flame oceans of swift fathomless Bliss And calm immensities of spirit Space.