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CANTO FIVE<\/font> <\/font>
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THE GODHEADS OF THE LITTLE LIFE<\/font>
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A<\/font> FIXED<\/font><\/b> and narrow power with rigid forms,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He saw the empire of the little life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn unhappy corner in eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt lived upon the margin of the Idea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nProtected by Ignorance as in a shell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen, hoping to learn the secret of this world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe peered across its scanty fringe of sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo disengage from its surface-clear obscurity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Force that moved it and the Idea that made<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImposing smallness on the Infinite,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe ruling spirit of its littleness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe divine law that gave it right to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts claim on Nature and its need in Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe plunged his gaze into the siege of mist<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat held this ill-lit straitened continent<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRinged with the skies and seas of ignorance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd kept it safe from Truth and Self and Light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs when a search-light stabs the Night’s blind breast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd dwellings and trees and figures of men appear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if revealed to an eye in Nothingness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll lurking things were torn out of their veils<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd held up in his vision’s sun-white blaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA busy restless uncouth populace<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTeemed in their dusky unnoted thousands there.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn a mist of secrecy wrapping the world-scene<\/font><\/p>\n

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The little deities of Time’s nether act<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nWho work remote from Heaven’s controlling eye,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Plotted, unknown to the creatures whom they move,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The small conspiracies of this petty reign<\/font><\/p>\n

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Amused with the small contrivings, the brief hopes<\/font><\/p>\n

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And little eager steps and little ways<\/font><\/p>\n

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And reptile wallowings in the dark and dust,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd the crouch and ignominy of creeping life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A trepidant and motley multitude,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A strange pell-mell of magic artisans<\/font><\/p>\n

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Was seen moulding the plastic clay of life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An elfin brood, an elemental kind.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Astonished by the unaccustomed glow,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if immanent in the shadows started up<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nImps with wry limbs and carved beast visages,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nSprite prompters goblin-wizened or faery-small,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And genii fairer but unsouled and poor<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd fallen beings, their heavenly portion lost,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And errant divinities trapped in Time’s dust.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ignorant and dangerous wills but armed with power,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHalf-animal, half-god their mood, their shape.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of the greyness of a dim background<\/font><\/p>\n

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Their whispers come, an inarticulate force,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Awake in mind an echoing thought or word,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To their sting of impulse the heart’s sanction draw,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And in that little Nature do their work<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd fill its powers and creatures with unease.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIts seed of joy they curse with sorrow’s fruit,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Put out with error’s breath its scanty lights<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its small emotions spur, its passions drive<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo the abyss or through the bog and mire:<\/span><\/font>
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Or else with a goad of hard dry lusts they prick,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile jogs on devious ways that nowhere lead<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife’s cart finding no issue from ignorance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo sport with good and evil is their law;<\/span><\/font>
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Luring to failure and meaningless success,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll models they corrupt, all measures cheat,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMake knowledge a poison, virtue a pattern dull<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd lead the endless cycles of desire<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrough semblances of sad or happy chance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo an inescapable fatality.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll by their influence is enacted there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor there alone is their empire or their role:<\/span><\/font>
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Wherever are soulless minds and guideless lives<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in a small body self is all that counts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWherever love and light and largeness lack,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese crooked fashioners take up their task.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo all half-conscious worlds they extend their reign.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere too these godlings drive our human hearts,.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur nature’s twilight is their lurking place.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere too the darkened primitive heart obeys<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe veiled suggestions of a hidden Mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat dogs our knowledge with misleading light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd stands between us and the truth that saves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt speaks to us with the voices of the Night:<\/span><\/font>
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Our darkened lives to greater darkness move;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our seekings listen to calamitous hopes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA structure of unseeing thoughts is built<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd reason used by an irrational Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis earth alone is not our teacher and nurse;<\/span><\/font>
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The powers of all the worlds have entrance here.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In their own fields they follow
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\nAnd cherish the safety of a settled type;<\/span><\/font>
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On earth out of their changeless orbit thrown<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTheir law is kept, lost their fixed form of things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto a creative chaos they are cast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere all asks order but is driven by Chance;<\/span><\/font>
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Strangers to earth-nature, they must learn earth’s ways,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAliens or opposites, they must unite:<\/span><\/font>
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They work and battle and with pain agree:<\/font><\/p>\n

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These join, those part, all parts and joins anew,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTill all have found their divine harmony.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur life’s uncertain way winds circling on,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur mind’s unquiet search asks always light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTill they have learnt their secret in their source,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the light of the Timeless and its spaceless home,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the joy of the Eternal sole and one.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut now the Light supreme is far away:<\/span><\/font>
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Our conscious life obeys the inconscience’ laws,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To ignorant purposes and blind desires<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our hearts are moved by an ambiguous force;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even our mind’s conquests wear a battered crown.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A slowly changing order binds our will.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This is our doom until our souls are free.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nA mighty Hand then rolls mind’s firmaments back,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Infinity takes up the finite’s acts<\/font><\/p>\n

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And Nature steps into the eternal Light.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then only ends this dream of nether life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At the outset of this enigmatic world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich seems at once an enormous brute machine<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd a slow unmasking of the Spirit in things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this revolving chamber without walls<\/span><\/font>
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In which God sits impassive everywhere<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if unknown to himself and by us unseen<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a miracle of inconscient secrecy,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet is all here his action and his will.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In this whirl and sprawl through infinite vacancy<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Spirit became Matter and lay in the whirl,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A body sleeping without sense or soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mass phenomenon of visible shapes<\/font><\/p>\n

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Supported by the silence of the Void<\/font><\/p>\n

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Appeared in the eternal Consciousness<\/font><\/p>\n

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And seemed an outward and insensible world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was none there to see and none to feel;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Only the miraculous Inconscient,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A subtle wizard skilled, was at its task.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInventing ways for magical results,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nManaging creation’s marvellous device,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMarking mechanically dumb wisdom’s points,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUsing the unthought inevitable Idea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt did the works of God’s intelligence<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr wrought the will of some supreme Unknown.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnfelt was the Bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeing was an inert substance driven by Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt first was only an etheric Space:<\/span><\/font>
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Its huge vibrations circled round and round<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHousing some unconceived initiative:<\/span><\/font>
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Upheld by a supreme original Breath<\/span><\/p>\n

\nExpansion and contraction’s mystic act<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreated touch and friction in the void,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto abstract emptiness brought clash and clasp:<\/span><\/font>
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Parent of an expanding universe<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a matrix of disintegrating force,<\/span><\/font>
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By spending it conserved an endless sum.’<\/font><\/p>\n

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On the hearth of Space it kindled a viewless Fire<\/font><\/p>\n

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That, scattering worlds as one might scatter seeds,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nWhirled out the luminous order of the stars.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An ocean of electric Energy<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nFormlessly formed its strange wave-particles<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nConstructing by their dance this solid scheme,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its mightiness in the atom shut to rest;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Masses were forged or feigned and visible shapes;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Light flung the photon’s swift revealing spark<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd showed, in the minuteness of its flash<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImaged, this cosmos of apparent things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThus has been made this real impossible world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn obvious miracle or convincing show.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr so it seems to man’s audacious mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho seats his thought as the arbiter of truth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis personal vision as impersonal fact,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs witnesses of an objective world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis erring sense and his instruments’ artifice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThus must he work life’s tangible riddle out<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a doubtful light, by error seize on Truth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd slowly part the visage and the veil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr else, forlorn of faith in mind and sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis knowledge a bright body of ignorance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe sees in all things strangely fashioned here<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unwelcome jest of a deceiving Force,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA parable of Maya and her might.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis vast perpetual motion caught and held<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the mysterious and unchanging change<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf the persistent movement we call Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd ever renewing its recurrent beat,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese mobile rounds that stereotype a flux,<\/span><\/font>
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These Static objects in the cosmic dance<\/font><\/p>\n

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That are but Energy’s self-repeating whirls<\/font><\/p>\n

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Prolonged by the spirit of the brooding Void,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Awaited life and sense and waking Mind.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A little the Dreamer changed his pose of stone.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But when the Inconscient’s scrupulous work was done<\/font><\/p>\n

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And Chance coerced by fixed immutable laws,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A scene was set for Nature’s conscious play.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then stirred the Spirit’s mute immobile sleep;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Force concealed broke dumbly, slowly out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA dream of living woke in Matter’s heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA will to live moved in the Inconscient’s dust,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA freak of living startled vacant Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEphemeral in a blank eternity,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInfinitesimal in a dead Infinite.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA subtler breath quickened dead Matter’s forms;<\/span><\/font>
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The world’s set rhythm changed to a conscious cry;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A serpent Power twinned the insensible Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIslands of living dotted lifeless space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd germs of living formed in formless air.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA life was born that followed Matter’s law,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIgnorant of the motives of its steps;<\/span><\/font>
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Ever inconstant, yet for ever the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt repeated the paradox that gave it birth:<\/span><\/font>
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Its restless and unstable stabilities<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRecurred incessantly in the flow of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd purposeful movements in unthinking forms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBetrayed the heavings of an imprisoned Will.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWaking and sleep lay locked in mutual arms;<\/span><\/font>
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Helpless and indistinct came pleasure and pain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrembling with the first faint thrills of a World-Soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA strength of life that could not cry or move,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nYet broke into beauty signing some deep delight:<\/font><\/p>\n

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An inarticulate sensibility,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrobs of the heart of an unknowing world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRan through its somnolent torpor and there stirred<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA vague uncertain thrill, a wandering beat,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA dim unclosing as of secret eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInfant self-feeling grew and birth was born.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA godhead woke but lay with dreaming limbs;<\/span><\/font>
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Her house refused to open its sealed doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInsentient to our eyes that only see<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe form, the act and not the imprisoned God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife hid in her pulse occult of growth and power<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA consciousness with mute stifled beats of sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA mind suppressed that knew not yet of thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn inert spirit that could only be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt first she raised no voice, no motion dared:<\/span><\/font>
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Charged with world-power, instinct with living force,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly she clung with her roots to the safe earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrilled dumbly to the shocks of ray and breeze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd put out tendril fingers of desire;<\/span><\/font>
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The strength in her yearning for sun and light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFelt not the embrace that made her breathe and live;<\/span><\/font>
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Absorbed she dreamed content with beauty and hue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt last the charmed Immensity looked forth:<\/span><\/font>
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Astir, vibrant, hungering, she groped for mind;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then slowly sense quivered and thought peered out;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She forced the reluctant mould to grow aware.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe magic was chiselled of a conscious form;<\/span><\/font>
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Its tranced vibrations rhythmed a quick response,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd luminous stirrings prompted brain and nerve,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAwoke in Matter spirit’s identity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in a body lit the miracle<\/span><\/font>
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Of the heart’s love and the soul’s witness-gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpelled by an unseen Will there could break out<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFragments of some vast impulse to become<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd vivid glimpses of a secret self,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the doubtful seeds and force of shapes to be<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAwoke from the inconscient swoon of things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn animal creation crept and ran<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd flew and called between the earth and sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHunted by death but hoping still to live<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd glad to breathe if only for a while.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen man was moulded from the original brute.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA thinking mind had come to lift life’s moods,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA keen-edged tool of a Nature mixed and vague,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn intelligence half-witness, half-machine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis seeming driver of her wheel of works<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMissioned to motive and record her drift<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd fix its law on her inconstant powers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis master-spring of a delicate enginery,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAspired to enlighten its user and refine<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLifting to a vision of the indwelling Power<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe absorbed mechanic’s crude initiative:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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He raised his eyes; Heaven-light mirrored a Face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmazed at the works wrought in her mystic sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe looked upon the world that she had made:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Wondering now seized the great automaton,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe paused to understand her self and aim,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPondering she learned to act by conscious rule,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA visioned measure guided her rhythmic steps;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Thought bordered her instincts with a frame of will<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd lit with the idea her blinded urge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn her mass of impulses, her reflex acts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the Inconscient’s pushed or guided drift<\/span><\/font>
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And mystery of unthinking accurate steps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe stuck the specious image of a Self,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA living idol of disfigured spirit;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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On Matter’s acts she imposed a patterned law;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She made a thinking body from chemic cells<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd moulded a being out of a driven force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo be what she was not inflamed her hope:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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She turned her dream towards some high Unknown;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A breath was felt below of One supreme.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn opening looked up to spheres above<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd coloured shadows limned on mortal ground<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe passing figures of immortal things;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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A quick celestial flash could sometimes come:<\/font><\/p>\n

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The illumined soul-ray fell on heart and flesh<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd touched with semblances of ideal light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe stuff of which our earthly dreams are made.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA fragile human love that could not last,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEgo’s moth-wings to lift the seraph soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAppeared, a surface glamour of brief date<\/span><\/p>\n

\nExtinguished by a scanty breath of Time;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Joy that forgot mortality for a while<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCame, a rare visitor who left betimes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd made all things seem beautiful for an hour,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHopes that soon fade to drab realities<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd passions that crumble to ashes while they blaze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKindled the common earth with their brief name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA creature insignificant and small<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVisited, uplifted by an unknown Power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan laboured on his little patch of earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor means to last, to enjoy, to suffer and die.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA spirit that perished not with the body and breath<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWas there like a shadow of the Unmanifest<\/span><\/font>
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And stood behind the little personal form<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut claimed not yet this earthly embodiment.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAssenting to Nature’s long slow-moving toil,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWatching the works of his own ignorance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnknown, unfelt the mighty Witness lives<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd nothing shows the Glory that is here.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Wisdom governing the mystic world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Silence listening to the cry of Life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt sees the hurrying crowd of moments stream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTowards the still greatness of a distant hour.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis huge world unintelligibly turns<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the shadow of a mused Inconscience;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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It hides a key to inner meanings missed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt locks in our hearts a voice we cannot hear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn enigmatic labour of the Spirit,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn exact machine of which none knows the use,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn art and ingenuity without sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis minute elaborate orchestrated life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor ever plays its motiveless symphonies.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe mind learns and knows not, turning its back to truths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt studies surface laws by surface thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife’s steps surveys and Nature’s process sees,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot seeing for what she acts or why we live;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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It marks her tireless care of just device,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer patient intricacy of fine detail,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe ingenious spirit’s brave inventive plan<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn her great futile mass of endless works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdds purposeful figures to her purposeless sum,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts gabled storeys piles, its climbing roofs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the close-carved foundations she has laid,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImagined citadels reared in mythic air<\/span><\/font>
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\nOr mounts a stair of dream to a mystic moon:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Transient creations point and hit the sky:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A world-conjecture’s scheme is laboured out<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the dim floor of mind’s incertitude,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr painfully built a fragmentary whole.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpenetrable, a mystery recondite<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs the vast plan of which we are a part;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Its harmonies are discords to our view,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBecause we know not the great theme they serve.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInscrutable work the cosmic agencies.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly the fringe of a wide surge we see,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur instruments have not that greater light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur will tunes not with the eternal Will,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur heart’s sight is too blind and passionate.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpotent to share in Nature’s mystic tact,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInapt to feel the pulse and core of things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur reason cannot sound life’s mighty sea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd only counts its waves and scans its foam;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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It knows not whence these motions touch and pass,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt sees not whither sweeps the hurrying flood:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Only it strives to canalise its powers<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd hopes to turn its course to human ends:<\/font><\/p>\n

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But all its means come from the Inconscient’s store.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Unseen here act dim huge world-energies<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd only trickles and currents are our share.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOur mind lives far off from the authentic
\nLight<\/font><\/p>\n

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Catching at little fragments of the Truth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a small comer of infinity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our lives are inlets of an ocean’s force.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOur conscious movements have sealed origins<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nBut with those shadowy seats no converse hold;<\/font><\/p>\n

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No understanding binds our comrade parts;<\/font>
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Our acts emerge from a crypt our minds ignore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur deepest depths are ignorant of themselves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven our body is a mystery shop;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As our earth’s roots lurk screened below our earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo lie unseen our roots of mind and life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur springs are kept close hid beneath, within,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur souls are moved by powers behind the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the subterranean reaches of the spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA puissance acts and recks not what it means;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Using unthinking monitors and scribes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is the cause of what we think and feel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe troglodytes of the subconscious Mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIll-trained slow stammering interpreters,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly of their small task’s routine aware<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd busy with the record in our cells,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nConcealed in the subliminal secrecies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMid an obscure occult machinery,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCapture the mystic Morse whose measured lilt<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTransmits the messages of the cosmic Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA whisper falls into life’s inner ear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd echoes from the dun subconscient caves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpeech leaps, thought quivers, the heart vibrates, the will<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnswers and tissue and nerve obey the call.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur lives translate these subtle intimacies;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

All is the commerce of a secret Power.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA thinking puppet is the mind of life:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Its choice is the work of elemental strengths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat know not their own birth and end and cause<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd glimpse not the immense intent they serve.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this nether life of man drab-hued and dull,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet filled with poignant small ignoble things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe conscious Doll is pushed a hundred ways<\/span><\/font>
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And feels the push but not the hands that drive.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor none can see the masked ironic troupe<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo whom our figure-selves are marionettes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur deeds unwitting movements in their grasp,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur passionate strife an entertainment’s scene.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIgnorant themselves of their own fount of strength<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey play their part in the enormous Whole.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAgents of darkness imitating light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpirits obscure and moving things obscure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnwillingly they serve a mightier Power.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnanke’s engines organising Chance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChannels perverse of a stupendous Will,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTools of the Unknown who use us as their tools,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInvested with Power in Nature’s nether state,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto the actions mortals think their own<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey bring the incoherences of Fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr make a doom of Time’s slipshod caprice<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd toss the lives of men from hand to hand<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn an inconsequent and devious game.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAgainst all higher Truth their stuff rebels;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Only to Titan force their will lies prone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInordinate their hold on human hearts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn all our nature’s turns they intervene.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInsignificant architects of low-built lives<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd engineers of interest and desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of crude earthiness and muddy thrills<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd coarse reactions of material nerve<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey build our huddled structures of self-will<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the ill-lighted mansions of our thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr with the ego’s factories and marts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSurround the beautiful temple of the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nArtists minute of the hues of littleness,<\/span><\/font>
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They set the mosaic of Life’s comedy<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or plan the trivial tragedy of our days,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Arrange the deed, combine the circumstance<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the fantasia of the moods costume.<\/font><\/p>\n

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These unwise prompters of man’s ignorant heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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And tutors of his stumbling speech and will,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Movers of petty wraths and lusts and hates<\/font><\/p>\n

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And changeful thoughts and shallow emotion’s starts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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These slight illusion-makers with their masks,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Painters of the decor of a dull-hued stage<\/font><\/p>\n

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And nimble scene-shifters of the human play,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ever are busy with this ill-lit scene.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ourselves incapable to build our fate<\/font><\/p>\n

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Only as actors speak and strut our parts<\/font><\/p>\n

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Until the piece is done and we pass off<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into a brighter Time and subtler Space.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thus they inflict their little pigmy law<\/font><\/p>\n

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And curb the mounting slow uprise of man,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then his too scanty walk with death they dose.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This is the ephemeral creature’s daily life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs long as the human animal is lord<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd a dense nether nature screens the soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs long as intellect’s outward-gazing sight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nServes earthy interest and creature joys,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn incurable littleness pursues his days.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEver since consciousness was born on earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife is the same in insect, ape and man,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts stuff unchanged, its way the common route.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf new designs, if richer, details grow<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd thought is added and more tangled cares,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf little by little it wears a brighter face,<\/span><\/font>
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Still .even in man the plot is mean and poor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA gross content prolongs his fallen state;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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His small successes are failures of the soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis little pleasures punctuate frequent griefs:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Hardship and toil are the heavy price he pays<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor the right to live and his last wages death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn inertia sunk towards inconscience,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sleep that imitates death is his repose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA puny splendour of creative force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs made his spur to fragile human works<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich yet outlast their brief creator’s breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe dreams sometimes of the revels of the gods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd sees the Dionysian gesture pass,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA leonine greatness that would tear his soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf through his failing limbs and fainting heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe sweet and joyful mighty madness swept:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Trivial amusements stimulate and waste<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe energy given to him to grow and be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis little hour is spent in little things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA brief companionship with many jars,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA little love and jealousy and hate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA touch of friendship mid indifferent crowds<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDraw his heart-plan on life’s diminutive map.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf something great awakes, too frail his pitch<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo reveal its zenith tension of delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis thought to eternise its ephemeral soar,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nArt’s brilliant gleam is a pastime for his eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA thrill that smites the nerves is music’s spell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmidst his harassed toil and welter of cares,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPressed by the labour of his crowding thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe draws sometimes around his aching brow<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNature’s calm mighty hands to heal his life-pain.<\/span><\/font>
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He is saved by her silence from his rack of self;<\/font><\/p>\n

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In her tranquil beauty is his purest bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA new life dawns, he looks out from vistas wide;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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The Spirit’s breath moves him but soon retires:<\/font><\/p>\n

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His strength was not made to hold that puissant guest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll dulls down to convention and routine<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr a fierce excitement brings him vivid joys:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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His days are tinged with the red hue of strife<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd lust’s hot glare and passion’s crimson stain;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Battle and murder are his tribal game.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTime has he none to turn his eyes within<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd look for his lost self and his dead soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis motion on too short an axis wheels;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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He cannot soar but creeps on his long road<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or if, impatient of the trudge of Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He would make a splendid haste on Fate’s slow road,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His heart that runs soon pants and tires and sinks;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or he walks ever on and finds no end.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHardly a few can climb to greater life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll tunes to a low scale and conscious pitch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis knowledge dwells in the house of Ignorance;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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His force nears not even once the Omnipotent,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRare are his visits of heavenly ecstasy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe bliss which sleeps in things and tries to wake,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBreaks out in him in a small joy of life:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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This scanty grace is his persistent stay;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It lightens the burden of his many ills<\/font><\/p>\n

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And reconciles him to his little world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He is satisfied with his common average kind;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Tomorrow’s hopes and his old rounds of thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His old familiar interests and desires<\/font><\/p>\n

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He has made a thick and narrowing hedge<\/font>
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Defending his small life from the Invisible;<\/font><\/p>\n

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His being’s kinship to infinity<\/font><\/p>\n

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He has shut away from him<\/u> into inmost self,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Fenced off the greatnesses of hidden God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His being was formed to play a trivial part<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a little drama on a petty stage,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a narrow plot he has pitched his tent of life<\/font><\/p>\n

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Beneath the wide gaze of the starry Vast.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He is the crown of all that has been done:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thus is creation’s labour justified;<\/font><\/p>\n

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This is the world’s result. Nature’s last poise!<\/font><\/p>\n

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If this were not a stade through which we pass<\/font><\/p>\n

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On our road from Matter to eternal Self,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To the Light that made the worlds, the Cause of things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Well might interpret our mind’s limited view<\/font><\/p>\n

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Existence as an accident in Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Illusion or phenomenon or freak,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The paradox of a creative Thought<\/font><\/p>\n

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Which moves between unreal opposites,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inanimate Force struggling to feel and know,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Matter that chanced to read itself by Mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inconscience monstrously engendering soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At times all looks unreal and remote:<\/font><\/p>\n

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We seem to live in a fiction of our thoughts<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pieced from sensation’s fanciful traveller’s tale,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or caught on the film of the recording brain,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A figment or circumstance in cosmic sleep.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A somnambulist walking under the moon,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Counting the moments of a spectral Time.<\/font>
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In a false perspective of effect and cause,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Trusting to a specious prospect of world-space,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It drifts incessantly from scene to scene,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Whither it knows not, to what fabulous verge.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All here is dreamed or doubtfully exists,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But who the dreamer is and whence he looks<\/font><\/p>\n

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Is still unknown or only a shadowy guess.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or the world is real but ourselves too small,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Insufficient for the mightiness of our stage.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A thin life-curve crosses the titan whirl<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of the orbit of a soulless universe,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And in the belly of the sparse rolling mass<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mind looks out from a small casual globe<\/font><\/p>\n

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And wonders what itself and all things are.<\/font><\/p>\n

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And yet to some interned subjective sight<\/font><\/p>\n

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That strangely has formed in Matter’s sightless stuff,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A pointillage minute of little self<\/font><\/p>\n

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Takes figure as world-being’s conscious base.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Such is our scene in the half-light below.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This is the sign of Matter’s infinite,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This the weird purport of the picture shown<\/font><\/p>\n

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To Science the giantess, measurer of her field,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As she pores on the record of her close survey<\/font><\/p>\n

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And mathematises her huge external world,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To Reason bound within the circle of sense,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or in Thought’s broad impalpable Exchange<\/font><\/p>\n

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A speculator in tenuous vast ideas,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Abstractions in the void her currency<\/font><\/p>\n

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We know not with what firm values for its base.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Only religion in this bankruptcy<\/font><\/p>\n

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Presents its dubious riches to our hearts<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or signs unprovisioned cheques on the Beyond:<\/font>
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Our poverty shall there have its revenge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur spirits depart discarding a futile life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto the black unknown or with them take<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeath’s passport into immortality.<\/span><\/font>
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Yet was this only a provisional scheme,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA false appearance sketched by limiting sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMind’s insufficient self-discovery,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn early attempt, a first experiment.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis was a toy to amuse the infant earth;<\/span><\/font>
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But knowledge ends not in these surface powers<\/font><\/p>\n

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That live upon a ledge in the Ignorance<\/font><\/p>\n

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And dare not look into the dangerous depths<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or to stare upward measuring the Unknown.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There is a deeper seeing from within<\/font><\/p>\n

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And, when we have left these small purlieus of mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A greater vision meets us on the heights<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the luminous wideness of the Spirit’s gaze.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At last there wakes in us a witness Soul<\/font><\/p>\n

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That looks at truths unseen and scans the Unknown;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then all assumes a new and marvellous face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe world quivers with a God-light at its core,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn Time’s deep heart high purposes move and live,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife’s borders crumble and join infinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis broad, confused, yet rigid scheme becomes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA magnificent imbroglio of the Gods,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA game, a work ambiguously divine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur seekings are short-lived experiments<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMade by a wordless and inscrutable Power<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTesting its issues from inconscient Night<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo meet its luminous self of Truth and Bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt peers at the Real through the apparent form;<\/span><\/font>
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It labours in our mortal mind and sense;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Amid the figures of the Ignorance,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the symbol pictures drawn by word and thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It seeks the truth to which all figures point;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It looks for the source of Light with vision’s lamp;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It works to find the doer of all works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unfelt Self within who is the guide,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unknown Self above who is the goal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll is not here a blinded Nature’s task:<\/span><\/font>
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A Word, a Wisdom watches us from on high,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Witness sanctioning her will and works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn Eye unseen in the unseeing vast;<\/span><\/font>
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There is an Influence from a Light above,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere are thoughts remote and sealed eternities:<\/span><\/font>
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A mystic motive drives the stars and suns.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In this passage from a deaf unknowing Force<\/font><\/p>\n

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To struggling consciousness and transient breath<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mighty supernature waits on Time.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The world is other than we now think and see,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our lives a deeper mystery than we have dreamed;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our minds are starters in the race to God,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our souls deputed selves of the Supreme.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Across the cosmic field through narrow lanes<\/font><\/p>\n

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Asking a scanty dole from Fortune’s hands<\/font><\/p>\n

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And garbed in beggar’s robes there walks the One.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even in the theatre of these small lives<\/font><\/p>\n

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Behind the act a secret sweetness breathes,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An urge of miniature divinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mystic passion from the wells of God<\/font><\/p>\n

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Flows through the guarded spaces of the soul;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A force that helps, supports the suffering earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn unseen nearness and a hidden joy.<\/span><\/font>
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There? are muffled throbs of laughter’s undertones,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The murmur of an occult happiness,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An exultation in the depths of sleep,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A heart of bliss within a world of pain.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An Infant nursed on Nature’s covert breast,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An Infant playing in the magic woods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Fluting to rapture by the Spirit’s streams,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In this investiture of fleshly life<\/font><\/p>\n

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A soul that is a spark of God survives<\/font><\/p>\n

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And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen<\/font><\/p>\n

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And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine.<\/font><\/p>\n

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That sees the unseen and plans eternity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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There too the golden Messengers can come:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A door is cut in the mud wall of self;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Across the lowly threshold with bowed heads<\/font><\/p>\n

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Angels of ecstasy and self-giving pass,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And lodged in an inner sanctuary of dream<\/font><\/p>\n

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The makers of the image of deity live.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pity is there and fire-winged sacrifice,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And flashes of sympathy and tenderness<\/font><\/p>\n

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Cast heaven-lights from the heart’s secluded shrine.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A work is done in the deep silences;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A glory and wonder of spiritual sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA laughter in beauty’s everlasting space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTransforming world-experience into joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInhabit the mystery of the untouched gulfs;<\/span><\/font>
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Lulled by Time’s beats eternity sleeps in us.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the sealed hermetic heart, the happy core,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnmoved behind this outer shape of death<\/span><\/font>
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The eternal Entity prepares within<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its matter of divine felicity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its reign of heavenly phenomenon.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even in our sceptic mind of ignorance<\/font><\/p>\n

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A foresight comes of some immense release,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our will lifts towards it slow and shaping hands.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Each part in us desires its absolute:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our thoughts covet the everlasting Light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur strength derives from an omnipotent Force,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd since from a veiled God-joy the worlds were made<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd since eternal beauty asks for form<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven here where all is made of being’s dust,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur hearts are captured by ensnaring shapes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur very senses blindly seek for bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur error crucifies Reality<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo force its birth and divine body here,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCompelling, incarnate in a human form<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd breathing in limbs that one can touch and clasp,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts knowledge to rescue ancient Ignorance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts saviour light the inconscient universe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd when that greater Self comes sea-like down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo fill this image of our transience,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll shall be captured by delight, transformed:<\/span><\/font>
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In waves of undreamed ecstasy shall roll<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur mind and life and sense and laugh in a light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOther than this hard limited human day,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe body’s tissues thrill apotheosised,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts cells sustain bright metamorphosis.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis little being of Time, this shadow-soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis living dwarf figure-head of darkened spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of its traffic of petty dreams shall rise.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts shape of person and its ego face<\/span><\/p>\n

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Divested of this mortal travesty,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike a clay troll kneaded into a god<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNew-made in the image of the eternal Guest,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt shall be caught to the breast of a white Force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd, naming with the paradisal touch<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a rose-fire of sweet spiritual grace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the red passion of its infinite change,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nQuiver, awake, and shudder with ecstasy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if reversing a deformation’s spell,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReleased from the black magic of the Night,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRenouncing servitude to the dark Abyss,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt shall learn at last who lived within unseen<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd seized with marvel in the adoring heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo the enthroned Child-Godhead kneel aware,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrembling with beauty and delight and love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut first the spirit’s ascent we must achieve<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of the chasm from which our nature rose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe soul must soar sovereign above the form<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd climb to summits beyond mind’s half-sleep;<\/span><\/font>
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Our hearts we must inform with heavenly strength,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSurprise the animal with the occult god.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen kindling the gold tongue of sacrifice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalling the powers of a bright hemisphere,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe shall shed the discredit of our mortal state,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMake the abysm a road for Heaven’s descent,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAcquaint our depths with the supernal Ray<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd cleave the darkness with the mystic Fire.<\/span><\/font>
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Adventuring once more in the natal mist<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAcross the dangerous haze, the pregnant stir,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe through the astral chaos shore a way<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMid the grey faces of its demon gods,<\/span><\/font>
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Questioned by whispers of its flickering ghosts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Besieged by sorceries of its fluent force.<\/font><\/p>\n

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As one who walks unguided through strange fields<\/font><\/p>\n

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Tending he knows not where nor with what hope,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He trod a soil that failed beneath his feet<\/font><\/p>\n

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And journeyed in stone strength to a fugitive end.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His trail behind him was a vanishing line<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of glimmering points in a vague immensity;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A bodiless murmur travelled at his side<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the wounded gloom complaining against light.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A huge obstruction its immobile heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The watching opacity multiplied as he moved<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its hostile mass of dead and staring eyes;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The darkness glimmered like a dying torch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAround him an extinguished phantom glare<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPeopled with shadowy and misleading shapes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe vague Inconscient’s dark and measureless cave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis only sunlight was his spirit’s flame.<\/span><\/font>
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