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\n\t\t\tThe Kingdom of Subtle Matter<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nI<\/font>N THE<\/b> impalpable field of secret self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis little outer being’s vast support<\/p>\n

Parted from vision by earth’s solid fence,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe came into a magic crystal air<\/p>\n

And found a life that lived not by the flesh,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA light that made visible immaterial things.<\/p>\n

A fine degree in wonder’s hierarchy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe kingdom of subtle Matter’s faery craft<\/p>\n

Outlined against a sky of vivid hues,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLeaping out of a splendour-trance and haze,<\/p>\n

The wizard revelation of its front.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA world of lovelier forms lies near to ours,<\/p>\n

Where, undisguised by earth’s deforming sight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll shapes are beautiful and all things true.<\/p>\n

In that lucent ambience mystically clear<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe eyes were doors to a celestial sense,<\/p>\n

Hearing was music and the touch a charm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the heart drew a deeper breath of power.<\/p>\n

There dwell earth-nature’s shining origins:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe perfect plans on which she moulds her works,<\/p>\n

The distant outcomes of her travailing force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRepose in a framework of established fate.<\/p>\n

Attempted vainly now or won in vain,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlready were mapped and scheduled there the time<\/p>\n

And figure of her future sovereignties<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the sumptuous lineaments traced by desire.<\/p>\n

The golden issue of mind’s labyrinth plots,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe riches unfound or still uncaught by our lives,<\/p>\n

Unsullied by the attaint of mortal thought<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbide in that pellucid atmosphere.<\/p>\n

Our vague beginnings are overtaken there,<\/p>\n

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Our middle terms sketched out in prescient lines,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur finished ends anticipated live.<\/p>\n

This brilliant roof of our descending plane,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIntercepting the free boon of heaven’s air,<\/p>\n

Admits small inrushes of a mighty breath<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr fragrant circuits through gold lattices;<\/p>\n

It shields our ceiling of terrestrial mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom deathless suns and the streaming of God’s rain,<\/p>\n

Yet canalises a strange irised glow,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd bright dews drip from the Immortal’s sky.<\/p>\n

A passage for the Powers that move our days,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOccult behind this grosser Nature’s walls,<\/p>\n

A gossamer marriage-hall of Mind with Form<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs hidden by a tapestry of dreams;<\/p>\n

Heaven’s meanings steal through it as through a veil,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts inner sight sustains this outer scene.<\/p>\n

A finer consciousness with happier lines,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt has a tact our touch cannot attain,<\/p>\n

A purity of sense we never feel;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts intercession with the eternal Ray<\/p>\n

Inspires our transient earth’s brief-lived attempts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt beauty and the perfect shape of things.<\/p>\n

In rooms of the young divinity of power<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd early play of the eternal Child<\/p>\n

The embodiments of his outwinging thoughts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLaved in a bright everlasting wonder’s tints<\/p>\n

And lulled by whispers of that lucid air<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTake dream-hued rest like birds on timeless trees<\/p>\n

Before they dive to float on earth-time’s sea.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll that here seems has lovelier semblance there.<\/p>\n

Whatever our hearts conceive, our heads create,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome high original beauty forfeiting,<\/p>\n

Thence exiled here consents to an earthly tinge.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhatever is here of visible charm and grace<\/p>\n

Finds there its faultless and immortal lines;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll that is beautiful here is there divine.<\/p>\n

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Figures are there undreamed by mortal mind:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBodies that have no earthly counterpart<\/p>\n

Traverse the inner eye’s illumined trance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd ravish the heart with their celestial tread<\/p>\n

Persuading heaven to inhabit that wonder sphere.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe future’s marvels wander in its gulfs;<\/p>\n

Things old and new are fashioned in those depths:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA carnival of beauty crowds the heights<\/p>\n

In that magic kingdom of ideal sight.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn its antechambers of splendid privacy<\/p>\n

Matter and soul in conscious union meet<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike lovers in a lonely secret place:<\/p>\n

In the clasp of a passion not yet unfortunate<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey join their strength and sweetness and delight<\/p>\n

And mingling make the high and low worlds one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIntruder from the formless Infinite<\/p>\n

Daring to break into the Inconscient’s reign,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe spirit’s leap towards body touches ground.<\/p>\n

As yet unwrapped in earthly lineaments,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlready it wears outlasting death and birth,<\/p>\n

Convincing the abyss by heavenly form,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA covering of its immortality<\/p>\n

Alive to the lustre of the wearer’s rank,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFit to endure the rub of Change and Time.<\/p>\n

A tissue mixed of the soul’s radiant light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Matter's substance of sign-burdened Force, \u2014<\/p>\n

Imagined vainly in our mind’s thin air<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn abstract phantasm mould of mental make, \u2014<\/p>\n

It feels what earthly bodies cannot feel<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd is more real than this grosser frame.<\/p>\n

After the falling of mortality’s cloak<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLightened is its weight to heighten its ascent;<\/p>\n

Refined to the touch of finer environments<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt drops old patterned palls of denser stuff,<\/p>\n

Cancels the grip of earth’s descending pull<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd bears the soul from world to higher world,<\/p>\n

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Till in the naked ether of the peaks<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe spirit’s simplicity alone is left,<\/p>\n

The eternal being’s first transparent robe.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut when it must come back to its mortal load<\/p>\n

And the hard ensemble of earth’s experience,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen its return resumes that heavier dress.<\/p>\n

For long before earth’s solid vest was forged<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBy the technique of the atomic Void,<\/p>\n

A lucent envelope of self-disguise<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWas woven round the secret spirit in things.<\/p>\n

The subtle realms from those bright sheaths are made.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis wonder-world with all its radiant boon<\/p>\n

Of vision and inviolate happiness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly for expression cares and perfect form;<\/p>\n

Fair on its peaks, it has dangerous nether planes;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts light draws towards the verge of Nature’s lapse;<\/p>\n

It lends beauty to the terror of the gulfs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd fascinating eyes to perilous Gods,<\/p>\n

Invests with grace the demon and the snake.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts trance imposes earth’s inconscience,<\/p>\n

Immortal it weaves for us death’s sombre robe<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd authorises our mortality.<\/p>\n

This medium serves a greater Consciousness:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA vessel of its concealed autocracy,<\/p>\n

It is the subtle ground of Matter’s worlds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is the immutable in their mutable forms,<\/p>\n

In the folds of its creative memory<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt guards the deathless type of perishing things:<\/p>\n

Its lowered potencies found our fallen strengths;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts thought invents our reasoned ignorance;<\/p>\n

Its sense fathers our body’s reflexes.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur secret breath of untried mightier force,<\/p>\n

The lurking sun of an instant’s inner sight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts fine suggestions are a covert fount<\/p>\n

For our iridescent rich imaginings<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTouching things common with transfiguring hues<\/p>\n

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Till even earth’s mud grows rich and warm with the skies<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd a glory gleams from the soul’s decadence.<\/p>\n

Its knowledge is our error’s starting-point;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts beauty dons our mud-mask ugliness,<\/p>\n

Its artist good begins our evil’s tale.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA heaven of creative truths above,<\/p>\n

A cosmos of harmonious dreams between,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA chaos of dissolving forms below,<\/p>\n

It plunges lost in our inconscient base.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of its fall our denser Matter came.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus taken was God’s plunge into the Night.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis fallen world became a nurse of souls<\/p>\n

Inhabited by concealed divinity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Being woke and lived in the meaningless void,<\/p>\n

A world-wide Nescience strove towards life and thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Consciousness plucked out from mindless sleep.<\/p>\n

All here is driven by an insentient will.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus fallen, inconscient, frustrate, dense, inert,<\/p>\n

Sunk into inanimate and torpid drowse<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth lay, a drudge of sleep, forced to create<\/p>\n

By a subconscient yearning memory<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLeft from a happiness dead before she was born,<\/p>\n

An alien wonder on her senseless breast.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis mire must harbour the orchid and the rose,<\/p>\n

From her blind unwilling substance must emerge<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA beauty that belongs to happier spheres.<\/p>\n

This is the destiny bequeathed to her,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if a slain god left a golden trust<\/p>\n

To a blind force and an imprisoned soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn immortal godhead’s perishable parts<\/p>\n

She must reconstitute from fragments lost,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReword from a document complete elsewhere<\/p>\n

Her doubtful title to her divine Name.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA residue her sole inheritance,<\/p>\n

All things she carries in her shapeless dust.<\/p>\n

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Her giant energy tied to petty forms<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the slow tentative motion of her power<\/p>\n

With only frail blunt instruments for use,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe has accepted as her nature’s need<\/p>\n

And given to man as his stupendous work<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA labour to the gods impossible.<\/p>\n

A life living hardly in a field of death<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts portion claims of immortality;<\/p>\n

A brute half-conscious body serves as means<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mind that must recover a knowledge lost<\/p>\n

Held in stone grip by the world’s inconscience,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd wearing still these countless knots of Law<\/p>\n

A spirit bound stand up as Nature’s king.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tA mighty kinship is this daring’s cause.<\/p>\n

All we attempt in this imperfect world,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLooks forward or looks back beyond Time’s gloss<\/p>\n

To its pure idea and firm inviolate type<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn an absolute creation’s flawless skill.<\/p>\n

To seize the absolute in shapes that pass,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo fix the eternal’s touch in time-made things,<\/p>\n

This is the law of all perfection here.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fragment here is caught of heaven’s design;<\/p>\n

Else could we never hope for greater life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd ecstasy and glory could not be.<\/p>\n

Even in the littleness of our mortal state,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven in this prison-house of outer form,<\/p>\n

A brilliant passage for the infallible Flame<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs driven through gross walls of nerve and brain,<\/p>\n

A Splendour presses or a Power breaks through,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth’s great dull barrier is removed awhile,<\/p>\n

The inconscient seal is lifted from our eyes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd we grow vessels of creative might.<\/p>\n

The enthusiasm of a divine surprise<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPervades our life, a mystic stir is felt,<\/p>\n

A joyful anguish trembles in our limbs;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA dream of beauty dances through the heart,<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\t\t\tA thought from the eternal Mind draws near,<\/p>\n

Intimations cast from the Invisible<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAwaking from Infinity’s sleep come down,<\/p>\n

Symbols of That which never yet was made.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut soon the inert flesh responds no more,<\/p>\n

Then sinks the sacred orgy of delight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe blaze of passion and the tide of power<\/p>\n

Are taken from us and, though a glowing form<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbides astonishing earth, imagined supreme,<\/p>\n

Too little of what was meant has left a trace.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth’s eyes half-see, her forces half-create;<\/p>\n

Her rarest works are copies of heaven’s art.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA radiance of a golden artifice,<\/p>\n

A masterpiece of inspired device and rule,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer forms hide what they house and only mime<\/p>\n

The unseized miracle of self-born shapes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat live for ever in the Eternal’s gaze.<\/p>\n

Here in a difficult half-finished world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs a slow toiling of unconscious Powers;<\/p>\n

Here is man’s ignorant divining mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis genius born from an inconscient soil.<\/p>\n

To copy on earth’s copies is his art.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor when he strives for things surpassing earth,<\/p>\n

Too rude the workman’s tools, too crude his stuff,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd hardly with his heart’s blood he achieves<\/p>\n

His transient house of the divine Idea,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis figure of a Time-inn for the Unborn.<\/p>\n

Our being thrills with high far memories<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd would bring down their dateless meanings here,<\/p>\n

But, too divine for earthly Nature’s scheme,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeyond our reach the eternal marvels blaze.<\/p>\n

Absolute they dwell, unborn, immutable,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmaculate in the Spirit’s deathless air,<\/p>\n

Immortal in a world of motionless Time<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd an unchanging muse of deep self-space.<\/p>\n

Only when we have climbed above ourselves,<\/p>\n

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A line of the Transcendent meets our road<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd joins us to the timeless and the true;<\/p>\n

It brings to us the inevitable word,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe godlike act, the thoughts that never die.<\/p>\n

A ripple of light and glory wraps the brain,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd travelling down the moment’s vanishing route<\/p>\n

The figures of eternity arrive.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs the mind’s visitors or the heart’s guests<\/p>\n

They espouse our mortal brevity awhile,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr seldom in some rare delivering glimpse<\/p>\n

Are caught by our vision’s delicate surmise.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlthough beginnings only and first attempts,<\/p>\n

These glimmerings point to the secret of our birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the hidden miracle of our destiny.<\/p>\n

What we are there and here on earth shall be<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs imaged in a contact and a call.<\/p>\n

As yet earth’s imperfection is our sphere,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur nature’s glass shows not our real self;<\/p>\n

That greatness still abides held back within.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth’s doubting future hides our heritage:<\/p>\n

The Light now distant shall grow native here,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Strength that visits us our comrade power;<\/p>\n

The Ineffable shall find a secret voice,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Imperishable burn through Matter’s screen<\/p>\n

Making this mortal body godhead’s robe.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Spirit’s greatness is our timeless source<\/p>\n

And it shall be our crown in endless Time.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA vast Unknown is round us and within;<\/p>\n

All things are wrapped in the dynamic One:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA subtle link of union joins all life.<\/p>\n

Thus all creation is a single chain:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe are not left alone in a closed scheme<\/p>\n

Between a driving of inconscient Force<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd an incommunicable Absolute.<\/p>\n

Our life is a spur in a sublime soul-range,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur being looks beyond its walls of mind<\/p>\n

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And it communicates with greater worlds;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere are brighter earths and wider heavens than ours.<\/p>\n

There are realms where Being broods in its own depths;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt feels in its immense dynamic core<\/p>\n

Its nameless, unformed, unborn potencies<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCry for expression in the unshaped Vast:<\/p>\n

Ineffable beyond Ignorance and death,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe images of its everlasting Truth<\/p>\n

Look out from a chamber of its self-rapt soul:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if to its own inner witness gaze<\/p>\n

The Spirit holds up its mirrored self and works,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe power and passion of its timeless heart,<\/p>\n

The figures of its formless ecstasy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe grandeurs of its multitudinous might.<\/p>\n

Thence comes the mystic substance of our souls<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the prodigy of our nature’s birth,<\/p>\n

There is the unfallen height of all we are<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd dateless fount of all we hope to be.<\/p>\n

On every plane the hieratic Power,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInitiate of unspoken verities,<\/p>\n

Dreams to transcribe and make a part of life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn its own native style and living tongue<\/p>\n

Some trait of the perfection of the Unborn,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome vision seen in the omniscient Light,<\/p>\n

Some far tone of the immortal rhapsodist Voice,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome rapture of the all-creating Bliss,<\/p>\n

Some form and plan of the Beauty unutterable.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWorlds are there nearer to those absolute realms,<\/p>\n

Where the response to Truth is swift and sure<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd spirit is not hampered by its frame<\/p>\n

And hearts by sharp division seized and rent<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd delight and beauty are inhabitants<\/p>\n

And love and sweetness are the law of life.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA finer substance in a subtler mould<\/p>\n

Embodies the divinity earth but dreams;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts strength can overtake joy’s running feet;<\/p>\n

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Overleaping the fixed hurdles set by Time,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe rapid net of an intuitive clasp<\/p>\n

Captures the fugitive happiness we desire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Nature lifted by a larger breath,<\/p>\n

Plastic and passive to the all-shaping Fire,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnswers the flaming Godhead’s casual touch:<\/p>\n

Immune from our inertia of response<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt hears the word to which our hearts are deaf,<\/p>\n

Adopts the seeing of immortal eyes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd, traveller on the roads of line and hue,<\/p>\n

Pursues the spirit of beauty to its home.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus we draw near to the All-Wonderful<\/p>\n

Following his rapture in things as sign and guide;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeauty is his footprint showing us where he has passed,<\/p>\n

Love is his heart-beats’ rhythm in mortal breasts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHappiness the smile on his adorable face.<\/p>\n

A communion of spiritual entities,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA genius of creative Immanence,<\/p>\n

Makes all creation deeply intimate:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fourth dimension of aesthetic sense<\/p>\n

Where all is in ourselves, ourselves in all,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the cosmic wideness re-aligns our souls.<\/p>\n

A kindling rapture joins the seer and seen;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe craftsman and the craft grown inly one<\/p>\n

Achieve perfection by the magic throb<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd passion of their close identity.<\/p>\n

All that we slowly piece from gathered parts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr by long labour stumblingly evolve,<\/p>\n

Is there self-born by its eternal right.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn us too the intuitive Fire can burn;<\/p>\n

An agent Light, it is coiled in our folded hearts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn the celestial levels is its home:<\/p>\n

Descending, it can bring those heavens here.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut rarely burns the flame nor burns for long;<\/p>\n

The joy it calls from those diviner heights<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBrings brief magnificent reminiscences<\/p>\n

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And high splendid glimpses of interpreting thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut not the utter vision and delight.<\/p>\n

A veil is kept, something is still held back,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLest, captives of the beauty and the joy,<\/p>\n

Our souls forget to the Highest to aspire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn that fair subtle realm behind our own<\/p>\n

The form is all, and physical gods are kings.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe inspiring Light plays in fine boundaries;<\/p>\n

A faultless beauty comes by Nature’s grace;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere liberty is perfection’s guarantee:<\/p>\n

Although the absolute Image lacks, the Word<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIncarnate, the sheer spiritual ecstasy,<\/p>\n

All is a miracle of symmetric charm,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fantasy of perfect line and rule.<\/p>\n

There all feel satisfied in themselves and whole,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA rich completeness is by limit made,<\/p>\n

Marvel in an utter littleness abounds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn intricate rapture riots in a small space:<\/p>\n

Each rhythm is kin to its environment,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach line is perfect and inevitable,<\/p>\n

Each object faultlessly built for charm and use.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll is enamoured of its own delight.<\/p>\n

Intact it lives of its perfection sure<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a heaven-pleased self-glad immunity;<\/p>\n

Content to be, it has need of nothing more.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere was not futile effort’s broken heart:<\/p>\n

Exempt from the ordeal and the test,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEmpty of opposition and of pain,<\/p>\n

It was a world that could not fear nor grieve.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt had no grace of error or defeat,<\/p>\n

It had no room for fault, no power to fail.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of some packed self-bliss it drew at once<\/p>\n

Its form-discoveries of the mute Idea<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the miracle of its rhythmic thoughts and acts,<\/p>\n

Its clear technique of firm and rounded lives,<\/p>\n

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Its gracious people of inanimate shapes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd glory of breathing bodies like our own.<\/p>\n

Amazed, his senses ravished with delight,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe moved in a divine, yet kindred world<\/p>\n

Admiring marvellous forms so near to ours<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet perfect like the playthings of a god,<\/p>\n

Deathless in the aspect of mortality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn their narrow and exclusive absolutes<\/p>\n

The finite’s ranked supremacies throned abide;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt dreams not ever of what might have been;<\/p>\n

Only in boundaries can this absolute live.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a supremeness bound to its own plan<\/p>\n

Where all was finished and no widths were left,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo space for shadows of the immeasurable,<\/p>\n

No room for the incalculable’s surprise,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA captive of its own beauty and ecstasy,<\/p>\n

In a magic circle wrought the enchanted Might.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe spirit stood back effaced behind its frame.<\/p>\n

Admired for the bright finality of its lines<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA blue horizon limited the soul;<\/p>\n

Thought moved in luminous facilities,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe outer ideal’s shallows its swim-range:<\/p>\n

Life in its boundaries lingered satisfied<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith the small happiness of the body’s acts.<\/p>\n

Assigned as Force to a bound corner-Mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAttached to the safe paucity of her room,<\/p>\n

She did her little works and played and slept<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd thought not of a greater work undone.<\/p>\n

Forgetful of her violent vast desires,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForgetful of the heights to which she rose,<\/p>\n

Her walk was fixed within a radiant groove.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe beautiful body of a soul at ease,<\/p>\n

Like one who laughs in sweet and sunlit groves,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChildlike she swung in her gold cradle of joy.<\/p>\n

The spaces’ call reached not her charmed abode,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe had no wings for wide and dangerous flight,<\/p>\n

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She faced no peril of sky or of abyss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe knew no vistas and no mighty dreams,<\/p>\n

No yearning for her lost infinitudes.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA perfect picture in a perfect frame,<\/p>\n

This faery artistry could not keep his will:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly a moment’s fine release it gave;<\/p>\n

A careless hour was spent in a slight bliss.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur spirit tires of being’s surfaces,<\/p>\n

Transcended is the splendour of the form;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt turns to hidden powers and deeper states.<\/p>\n

So now he looked beyond for greater light.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis soul’s peak-climb abandoning in its rear<\/p>\n

This brilliant courtyard of the House of Days,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe left that fine material Paradise.<\/p>\n

His destiny lay beyond in larger Space.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEND OF<\/font>
\n\t\t\tCANTO<\/font> TWO<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

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