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\nA bare impersonal hush is now my mind<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA conscious and eternal Power is here<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA deep enigma is the soul of man<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA dumb Inconscient drew life’s stumbling maze<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA face on the cold dire mountain peaks<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA far sail on the unchangeable monotone . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA flame-wind ran from the gold of the east<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA godhead moves us to unrealised things<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA gold moon-raft floats and swings slowly<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA golden evening, when the thoughtful sun<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA life of intensities wide, immune<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA naked and silver-pointed star<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA noon of Deccan with its tyrant glare<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA perfect face amid barbarian faces<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA strong son of lightning came down . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA tree beside the sandy river-beach<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA trifling unit in a boundless plan<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nAfter six hundred years did Fate intend<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAfter unnumbered steps of a hill-stair<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll are deceived, do what the One Power dictates<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll here is Spirit self-moved eternally<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll is abolished but the mute Alone<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll is not finished in the unseen decree<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll my cells thrill swept by a surge of splendour<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll Nature is taught in radiant ways to move<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll sounds, all voices have become Thy voice<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn irised multitude of hills and seas<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nArise now, tread out the fire<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nArise, tread out the fire<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nArisen to voiceless unattainable peaks<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAroused from Matter’s sleep when Nature strove<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nArtist of cosmos wrapped in thy occult shadow<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs some bright archangel in vision flies<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAt last I find a meaning of soul’s birth<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAt the way’s end when the shore raised up . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAwake, awake, O sleeping men of Troy<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBecause Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBecause thy flame is spent, shall mine grow less<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBehold, by Maya’s fantasy of will<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBride of the Fire, clasp me now close<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBrilliant, crouching, slouching . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBugles of Light, bugles of Light . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nChild of the infant years, Euphrosyne<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nCool may you find the youngling grass, my herd<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nCouncillors, friends, Rai Bahadoors and others<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nCry of the ocean’s surges . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDawn in her journey eternal . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDay and night begin, you tell me<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDeath wanders through our lives at will . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDo you remember, Love, that sunset pale<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nEach sight is now immortal with Thy bliss<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFlame that invadest my empire of sorrow . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom the quickened womb of the primal gloom<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n“Glory and greatness and the joy of life<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nGod to thy greatness<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nGoddess, supreme Mother of Dream . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nGold-white wings a throb in the vastness . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHail to the fallen, the fearless . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHark in the trees the low-voiced nightingale<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe is in me, round me, facing everywhere<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe said, “I am egoless, spiritual, free,”<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHearken, Ganges, hearken . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHere in the green of the forest . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHow hast thou lost, O month of honey . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHowever long Night’s hour, I will not dream<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am a single Self all Nature fills<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am filled with the crash of war . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am greater than the greatness of the seas<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am held no more by life’s alluring cry<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am swallowed in a foam-white sea of bliss<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am the bird of God in His blue<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI cannot equal those most absolute eyes<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI contain the wide world in my soul’s embrace<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI dreamed that in myself the world I saw<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI dwell in the spirit’s calm nothing can move<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI face earth’s happenings with an equal soul<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have a doubt, I have a doubt which kills<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have a hundred lives before me yet<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have become what before Time I was<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have discovered my deep deathless being<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have drunk deep of God’s own liberty<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have gathered my dreams in a silver air<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have sailed the golden ocean<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have thrown from me the whirling dance of mind<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have wrapped the wide world in my wider self<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI heard a foghorn shouting at a sheep<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI heard the coockcouck jabbering on the lea<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI housed within my heart the life of things<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI look across the world and no horizon . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI looked for Thee alone, but met my glance<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI made an assignation with the Night<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI made danger my helper and chose pain . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI passed into a lucent still abode<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI sat behind the dance of Danger’s hooves<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI saw my soul a traveller through Time<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI saw the electric stream on which is run<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI shall not die<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI walked beside the waters of a world of light<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI walked on the high-wayed Seat of Solomon<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIf I had wooed thee for thy colour rare<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIf now must pause the bullocks’ jingling tune<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIf perfect moments on the peak of things<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIf thou wouldst traverse Time with vagrant feet<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nImmense retreats of silence and of gloom<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nImmortal, moveless, calm, alone, august<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn a flaming as of spaces<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn a mounting as of sea-tides . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn a town of gods, housed in a little shrine<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn Bagdad by Euphrates, Asia’s river<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn gleam Konarak  \u2014  Konarak of the Gods<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn god-years yet unmeasured by a man’s thought . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn Manipur upon her orient hills<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn occult depths grow Nature’s roots unshown<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn some faint dawn<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn the ending of time, in the sinking of space<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn the silence of the midnight . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn the silence of the night-time<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn us is the thousandfold Spirit who is one<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn woodlands of the bright and early world<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nInto the Silence, into the Silence<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIs this the end of all that we have been<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLife, death,  \u2014  death, life; the words . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLight, endless Light! darkness has room no more<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLike a white statue made of lilies<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLone on my summits of calm . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLorsque rein n’existait, l’amour existait<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLove, a moment drop thy hands<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLove, but my words are vain as air<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMany boons the new years make us<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMe whom the purple mead that Bromius owns<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMoulded of twilight and the vesper star<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMute stands she, lonely on the topmost stair<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy breath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy life is then a wasted ereme<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy life is wasted like a lamp ablaze<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy mind, my soul grow larger than all Space<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy soul arose at dawn and, listening, heard<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy soul regards its veiled subconscient base<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy way is over the Moro river<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nMystic daughter of Delight<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNala, Nishadha’s king, paced by a stream<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNala, Nishadha’s king, paced by a stream<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNot in annihilation lost, nor given<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNot soon is God’s delight in us completed<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNow I have borne Thy presence and Thy light<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow lilies blow upon the windy height<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNow more and more the Epiphany within<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO Boers, you have dared much and much endured<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nO co\u00efl, honied envoy of the spring<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO desolations vast, O seas of space<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO face that I have loved until no face<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO grey wild sea<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO heart, my heart, a heavy pain is thine<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO immense Light and thou . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO joy of gaining all the soul’s desire<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO lady Venus, shine on me<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO letter dull and cold, how can she read<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO Life, thy breath is but a cry to the Light<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO love, what more shall I, shall Radha speak<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO pale and guiding light, now star unsphered<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO pall of black Night painted with still gold stars<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO plaintive, murmuring reed, begin thy strain<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO soul who com’st fire-mantled from the earth<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO thou golden image<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO Thou of whom I am the instrument<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO Will of God that stirrest and the Void<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO Word concealed in the upper fire<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO worshipper of the formless Infinite<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO ye Powers of the Supreme . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOcean is there and evening; the slow moan<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOf Ilion’s ashes was thy sceptre made<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOf Spring is her name for whose bud . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOften, in the slow ages’ wide retreat<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOh, but fair was her face as she lolled . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOn a dire whirlpool in the hurrying river<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOn the grey street and the lagging . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOn the waters of a nameless Infinite<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOn the white summit of eternity<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOnce again thou hast climbed, O moon . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne day, and all the half-dead is done<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOne dreamed and saw a gland write Hamlet . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOut from the Silence, out from the Silence<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOut of a seeming void and dark-winged sleep<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOut of a still immensity we came<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOutspread a Wave burst, a Force leaped . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPale poems, weak and few, who vainly use<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPatriots, behold your guerdon. This man found<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPerfect thy motion ever within me<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPoet, who first with skill inspired did teach<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPururavus from converse held with Gods<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPururavus from Titan conflict ceased<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPythian he came; repressed beneath his heel<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nRishi who trance-held on the mountains old<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nRose, I have loved thy beauty, as I love<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nRose of God, vermilion stain . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nRushing from Troy like a cloud on the plains . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSeer deep-hearted, divine king of the secrecies<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nShe in her garden, near the high grey wall<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSilence is all, say the sages<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSilence is round me, wideness ineffable<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSilver foam in the dim East<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSince I have seen your face at the window, sweet<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSince Thou hadst all eternity to amuse<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSnow in June may break from Nature<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSo that was why I could not grasp your heart<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSole in the meadows of Thebes Teiresias sat . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSomeone leaping from the rocks<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSoul in the Ignorance, wake from its stupor<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSoul, my soul, reascend over the edge of life<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSoul, my soul, yet ascend crossing the marge of life<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSounds of the wakening world, the year’s increase<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSpirit Supreme<\/a><\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nStamp out, stamp out the sun from the high blue<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nStill there is something that I lack in thee<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nStrayed from the roads of Time . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSuddenly out from the wonderful East . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSur les grands sommets blancs . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSurely I take no more an earthly food<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweet is the night, sweet and cool<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe clouds lain on forlorn spaces of sky . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe day ends lost in a stretch of even<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe electron on which forms and worlds are built<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe grey sea creeps half-visible, half-hushed<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe mind of a man<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe repetition of thy gracious years<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe seven mountains and the seven seas<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere are two beings in my single self<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere is a brighter ether than this blue<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere is a godhead of unrealised things<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere is a kingdom of the spirit’s ease<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere is a silence greater than any known<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere is a wisdom like a brooding Sun<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere was an awful awful man<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThese wanderings of the suns, these stars at play<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis body which was once my universe<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis puppet ego the World-Mother made<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis strutting “I” of human self and pride<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou art myself born from myself, O child<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou bright choregus of the heavenly dance<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou didst mistake, thy spirit’s infant flight<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou who controllest the wide-spuming Ocean . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou who pervadest all the worlds below<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThy golden Light came down into my brain<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThy tears fall fast, O mother, on its bloom<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThy youth is but a noon, of night take heed<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTo the hill-tops of silence . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTo weep because a glorious sun has set<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTorn are the walls and the borders carved . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nTwo measures are there of the cosmic dance<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nUnder the high and gloomy eastern hills<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nVain, they have said, is the anguish of man . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nVast-winged the wind ran, violent . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nVision delightful alone on the hills . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nVoice of the summits, leap from thy peaks . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat is this talk of slayer and of slain<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat mighty and ineffable desire<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat opposites are here! A trivial life<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat points ascending Nature to her goal<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen in the heart of the valleys and hid . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhen the heart tires and the throb stills recalling<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhere is the man whom hope nor fear can move<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n“Where is the end of your armoured march . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhere Time a sleeping dervish is<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWho art thou in the heart comrade of man . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWho art thou that camest<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWho art thou that roamest<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWho was it that came to me in a boat . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy do thy lucid eyes survey<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWild river in thy cataract far-rumoured . . .<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWinged with dangerous deity<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWorld’s delight, spring’s sweetness, music’s charm<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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