Mysterious, magical, what is it there,
               That secret sweetness in the core of things?
               And this strange melody that flows and sings
               In every atom of the earth and air?
               Rock-crystals hold the light's delight, a rare
               Close diamond-glow; pools ripple fairy rings,
               Within dark burgeon-knots what live joy springs,
               And what ecstatic flights the great palms dare.

               This hidden world is vibrant with a Name,
               A rapture pulsing in the heart's abyss,
               Leaping in flame on flame of inward bliss;
               Granite and flower and tree are fire and flame,
               And eye of beast, and man's thought, word, desire;
               And most of the Word, the Name, is fire, is Fire.

                                                                                 - Themis