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CANTO TWO<\/font> <\/font>
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\nTHE GOSPEL OF DEATH AND VANITY OF<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\nTHE IDEAL<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/font>
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T<\/font>HEN<\/font><\/b> pealed the calm inexorable voice:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Abolishing hope, cancelling life’s golden truths,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFatal its accents smote the trembling air.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat lovely world swam thin and frail, most like<\/span><\/font>
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Some pearly evanescent farewell gleam<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the faint verge of dusk in moonless eves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n"Prisoner of Nature, many-visioned spirit,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThought’s creature in the ideal’s realm enjoying<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy unsubstantial immortality<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe subtle marvellous mind of man has feigned,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is the world from which thy yearnings came.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen it would build eternity from the dust,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan’s thought paints images illusion rounds,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nProphesying glories it shall never see,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt labours delicately among its dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehold this fleeing of light-tasselled shapes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAerial raiment of unbodied gods;<\/span><\/font>
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A rapture of things that never can be
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\nHope chants to hope a bright immortal choir;<\/span><\/font>
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Cloud satisfies cloud, phantom to longing phantom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeans sweetly, sweetly is clasped or sweetly chased.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is the stuff from which the ideal is formed:<\/span><\/font>
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Its builder is thought, its base the heart’s desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut nothing real answers to their call.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe ideal dwells not in heaven, nor on the earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA bright delirium of man’s ardour of hope<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDrunk with the wine of its own phantasy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is a brilliant shadow’s dreamy trail.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy vision’s error builds the azure skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy vision’s error drew the rainbow’s arch;<\/span><\/font>
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Thy mortal longing made for thee a soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis angel in thy body thou callst love,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho shapes his wings from thy emotion’s hues,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a ferment of thy body has been born<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd with the body that housed it it must die.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is a passion of thy yearning cells,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is flesh that calls to flesh to serve its lust,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is thy mind that seeks an answering mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd dreams awhile that it has found its mate;<\/span><\/font>
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It is thy life that asks a human prop<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo uphold its weakness lonely in the world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr feeds its hunger on another’s life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA beast of prey that pauses in its prowl,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt crouches under a bush in splendid flower<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo seize a heart and body for its food:<\/span><\/font>
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This beast thou dreamst immortal and a god.<\/font><\/p>\n

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0 human mind, vainly thou torturest<\/font><\/p>\n

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An hour’s delight to stretch through infinity’s<\/font><\/p>\n

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Long void and fill its formless, passionless gulfs,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Persuading the insensible Abyss<\/font><\/p>\n

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To lend eternity to perishing things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And trickst the fragile movements of thy heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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With thy spirit’s feint of immortality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All here emerges born from Nothingness;<\/font>
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Encircled it lasts by the emptiness of Space,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAwhile upheld by an unknowing Force,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen crumbles back into its parent Nought:<\/span><\/font>
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Only the Mute alone can ever be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the Alone there is no room for love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn vain to clothe love’s perishable mud<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou hast woven on the Immortal’s borrowed loom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe ideal’s gorgeous and unfading robe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe ideal never yet was real made.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImprisoned in form that glory cannot live;<\/span><\/font>
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Into a body shut it breathes no more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIntangible, remote, for ever pure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sovereign of its own brilliant void,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnwillingly it descends to earthly air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo inhabit a white temple in man’s heart:<\/span><\/font>
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In his heart it shines rejected by his life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImmutable, bodiless, beautiful, grand and dumb,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImmobile on its shining throne it sits;<\/span><\/font>
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Dumb it receives his offering and his prayer.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It has no voice to answer to his call,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nNo feet that move, no hands to take his gifts:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Aerial statue of the nude Idea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVirgin conception of a bodiless god,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts light stirs man the thinker to create<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn earthly semblance of diviner things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts hued reflection falls upon man’s acts;<\/span><\/font>
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His institutions are its cenotaphs,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHe signs his dead conventions with its name;<\/font><\/p>\n

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His virtues don the Ideal’s skiey robe<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd a nimbus of the outline of its face:<\/span><\/font>
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He hides their littleness with the divine Name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet insufficient is the bright pretence<\/span><\/font>
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To screen their indigent and earthy make:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Earth only is there and not some heavenly source.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf heavens there are they are veiled in their own light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf a Truth eternal somewhere reigns unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt burns in a tremendous void of God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor truth shines far from the falsehoods of the world;<\/span><\/font>
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How can the heavens come down to unhappy earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr the eternal lodge in drifting time?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow shall the Ideal tread earth’s dolorous soil<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere life is only a labour and a hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA child of Matter and by Matter fed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA fire flaming low in Nature’s grate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA journey’s toilsome trudge with death for goal?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Avatars have lived and died in vain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVain was the sage’s thought, the prophet’s voice;<\/span><\/font>
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In vain is seen the shining upward Way.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEarth lies unchanged beneath the circling sun;<\/span><\/font>
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She loves her fall and no omnipotence<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her mortal imperfections can erase,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Force on man’s crooked ignorance Heaven’s straight line<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or colonise a world of death with gods.<\/font><\/p>\n

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O traveller in the chariot of the Sun,<\/font><\/p>\n

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High priestess in the holy fancy’s shrine<\/font><\/p>\n

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Who with a magic ritual in earth’s house<\/font><\/p>\n

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Worshippest ideal and eternal love,<\/font><\/p>\n

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What is this love thy thought has deified,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This sacred legend and immortal myth?<\/font><\/p>\n

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It is a conscious yearning of thy flesh,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It is a glorious burning of thy nerves,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A rose of dream-splendour Retailing thy mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A great red rapture and torture of thy heart.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A sudden transfiguration of thy days,<\/font>
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It passes and the world is as before.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A ravishing edge of sweetness and of pain,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A thrill in its yearning makes it seem divine,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A golden bridge across the roar of the years,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A cord tying thee to eternity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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And yet how brief and frail! how soon is spent<\/font><\/p>\n

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This treasure wasted by the gods on man,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This happy closeness as of soul to soul,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This honey of the body’s companionship,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This heightened joy, this ecstasy in the veins,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This strange illumination of the sense!<\/font><\/p>\n

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If Satyavan had lived, love would have died;<\/font><\/p>\n

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But Satyavan is dead and love shall live<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA little while in thy sad breast, until<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis face and body fade on memory’s wall<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere other bodies, other faces come.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen love breaks suddenly into the life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt first man steps into a world of the sun,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn his passion he feels his heavenly element:<\/span><\/font>
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But only a fine sunlit patch of earth<\/font><\/p>\n

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The marvellous aspect took of heaven’s outburst.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The snake is there and the worm in the heart of the rose.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A word, a moment’s act can slay the god;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Precarious is his immortality,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He has a thousand ways to suffer and die;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Love cannot live by heavenly food alone,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Only on sap of earth can it survive.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For thy passion was a sensual want refined;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A hunger of the body and the heart;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thy want can tire and cease or turn elsewhere<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr love may meet a dire and pitiless end<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy bitter treason, or wrath with cruel wounds<\/span><\/font>
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Separate, or thy unsatisfied will to others<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDepart when first love’s joy lies stripped and slain:<\/span><\/font>
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A dull indifference replaces fire<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr an endearing habit imitates love:<\/span><\/font>
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An outward and uneasy union lasts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr the routine of a life’s compromise.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere once the seed of oneness had been cast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto a semblance of spiritual ground<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy a divine adventure of heavenly powers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTwo strive, constant associates without joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTwo egos straining in a single leash,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTwo minds divided by their jarring thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTwo spirits disjoined, for ever separate.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThus is the ideal falsified in man’s world;<\/span><\/font>
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Trivial or sombre, disillusion comes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife’s harsh reality stares at the soul:<\/span><\/font>
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Heaven’s hour adjourned flees into bodiless Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeath saves thee from this and saves Satyavan:<\/span><\/font>
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He now is safe, delivered from himself;<\/font><\/p>\n

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He travels to silence and felicity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCall him not back to the treacheries of earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the poor petty life of animal Man.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn my vast tranquil spaces let him sleep<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn harmony with the mighty hush of death<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere love lies slumbering on the breast of peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd thou, go back alone to thy frail world:<\/span><\/font>
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Chastise thy heart with knowledge, unhood and see<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy nature raised into clear living heights,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe heaven-bird’s view from unimagined peaks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor when thou givest thy spirit to a dream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSoon hard necessity will smite thee awake;<\/span><\/font>
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Purest delight began and it must end.<\/font>
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Thou too shalt know thy heart no anchor swinging<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy cradled soul moored in eternal seas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVain are the cycles of thy brilliant mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRenounce, forgetting joy and hope and tears<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy passionate nature in the bosom profound<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf a happy Nothingness and wordless Calm,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDelivered into my mysterious rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne with my fathomless Nihil all forget.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForget thy fruitless spirit’s waste of force,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForget the weary circle of thy birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForget the joy and the struggle and the pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe vague spiritual quest which first began<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen worlds broke forth like clusters of fire-flowers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd great burning thoughts voyaged through the sky of mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Time and its aeons crawled across the vasts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd souls emerged into mortality."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut Savitri replied to the dark Power:<\/span><\/font>
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"A dangerous music now thou findst, O Death,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Melting thy speech into harmonious pain,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And flut’st alluringly to tired hopes<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thy falsehoods mingled with sad strains of truth.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But I forbid thy voice to slay my soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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My love is not a hunger of the heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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My love is not a craving of the flesh;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It came to me from God, to God returns.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven in all that life and man have marred,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA whisper of divinity still is heard,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA breath is felt from the eternal spheres.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAllowed by Heaven and wonderful to man<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sweet fire-rhythm of passion chants to love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere is a hope in its wild infinite cry;<\/span><\/font>
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It rings with callings from forgotten heights,<\/font>
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And when its strains are hushed to high-winged souls<\/font><\/p>\n

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In their empyrean, its burning breath<\/font><\/p>\n

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Survives beyond, the rapturous core of suns<\/font><\/p>\n

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That flame for ever pure in skies unseen,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A voice of the eternal Ecstasy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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One day I shall behold my great sweet world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Put off the dire disguises of the gods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Unveil from terror and disrobe from sin.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Appeased we shall draw near our Mother’s face,<\/font><\/p>\n

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We shall cast our candid souls upon her lap;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then shall we clasp the ecstasy we chase,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen shall we shudder with the long-sought god,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen shall we find Heaven’s unexpected strain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot only is there hope for godheads pure;<\/span><\/font>
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The violent and darkened deities<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeaped down from the one breast in rage to find<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat the white gods had missed: they too are safe;<\/span><\/font>
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A Mother’s eyes are on them and her arms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStretched out in love desire her rebel sons.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne who came, love and lover and beloved<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEternal, built himself a wondrous field<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wove the measures of a marvellous dance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere in its circles and its magic turns<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAttracted he arrives, repelled he flees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the wild devious promptings of his mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe tastes the honey of tears and puts off joy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRepenting, and has laughter and has wrath,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd both are a broken music of the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich seeks out, reconciled, its heavenly rhyme.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEver he comes to us across the years<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBearing a sweet new face that is the old.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis bliss laughs to us or it calls concealed<\/span><\/p>\n

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Like a far-heard unseen entrancing flute<\/font><\/p>\n

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Tempting our angry search and passionate pain.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Disguised the Lover seeks and draws our souls.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He named himself for me, grew Satyavan.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For we are man and woman from the first,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The twin souls born from one undying fire.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Did he not dawn on me in other stars?<\/font><\/p>\n

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How has he through the thickets of the world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pursued me like a lion in the night<\/font><\/p>\n

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And come upon me suddenly in the ways<\/font><\/p>\n

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And seized me with his glorious golden leap!<\/font><\/p>\n

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Unsatisfied he yearned for me through time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sometimes with wrath and sometimes with sweet peace,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Desiring me since first the world began.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He rose like a wild wave out of the floods<\/font><\/p>\n

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And dragged me helpless into seas of bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of my curtained past his arms arrived;<\/font><\/p>\n

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They have touched me like the soft persuading wind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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They have plucked me like a glad and trembling flower,<\/font><\/p>\n

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I too have found him charmed in lovely forms<\/font><\/p>\n

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And run delighted to his distant voice<\/font><\/p>\n

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And pressed to him past many dreadful bars.<\/font><\/p>\n

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If there is a yet happier greater god,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Let him first wear the face of Satyavan<\/font><\/p>\n

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And let his soul be one with him I love;<\/font><\/p>\n

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So let him seek me that I may desire.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For only one heart beats within my breast<\/font><\/p>\n

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Beyond the phantom beauty of this world;<\/font><\/p>\n

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For of its citizens I am not one.<\/font>
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I cherish God the Fire, not God the Dream."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut Death once more inflicted on her heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe majesty of his calm and dreadful voice:<\/span><\/font>
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"A bright hallucination are thy thoughts.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A prisoner haled by a spiritual cord,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of thy own sensuous will the ardent slave,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thou sendest eagle-poised to meet the sun<\/font><\/p>\n

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Words winged with the red splendour of thy heart.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But knowledge dwells not in the passionate heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The heart’s words fall back unheard from Wisdom’s throne.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Vain is thy longing to build heaven on earth.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Artificer of Ideal and Idea,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mind, child of Matter in the womb of Life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To higher levels persuades his parents’ steps,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inapt, they follow ill the daring guide.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But Mind, a glorious traveller in the sky,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Walks lamely on the earth with footsteps slow;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hardly he can mould the life’s rebellious stuff,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHardly can he hold the galloping hooves of sense:<\/span><\/font>
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His thoughts look straight into the very heavens;<\/font><\/p>\n

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They draw their gold from a celestial mine,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His acts work painfully a common ore.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All thy high dreams were made by Matter’s mind<\/font><\/p>\n

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To solace its dull work in Matter’s jail,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its only house where it alone seems true.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A solid image of reality<\/font><\/p>\n

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Carved out being to prop the works of Time;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Matter on the firm earth sits strong and sure.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It is the first-born of created things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It stands the last when mind and life are slain,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And if it ended all would cease to be.<\/font><\/p>\n

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AU else is only its outcome or its phase:<\/font>
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Thy soul is a brief flower by the gardener Mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreated on thy Matter’s terrain plot;<\/span><\/font>
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It perishes with the plant on which it grows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor from earth’s sap it draws its heavenly hue:<\/span><\/font>
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Thy thoughts are gleams that pass on Matter’s verge,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy life a lapsing wave on Matter’s sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA careful steward of Truth’s limited means,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTreasuring her founded facts from the squandering Power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt tethers mind to the tent-posts of sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo a leaden grey routine clamps Life’s caprice<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd ties all creatures with the cords of Law.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA vessel of transmuting alchemies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA glue that sticks together mind and life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf Matter fails, all crumbling cracks and falls.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll upon Matter stands as on a rock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet this security and guarantor<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPressed for credentials an impostor proves:<\/span><\/font>
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A cheat of substance where no substance is,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn appearance and a symbol and a nought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts forms have no original right to birth:<\/span><\/font>
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Its aspect of a fixed stability<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs the cover of a captive motion’s swirl,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn order of the steps of Energy’s dance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose footmarks leave for ever the same signs,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA concrete face of unsubstantial Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA trickle dotting the emptiness of Space:<\/span><\/font>
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A stable-seeming movement without change,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet change arrives and the last change is death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat seemed most real once, is Nihil’s show.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts figures are snares that trap and prison the sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe beginningless void was its artificer:<\/span><\/font>
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Nothing is there but aspects limned by Chance<\/font>
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And seeming shapes of seeming Energy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All by Death’s mercy breathe and live awhile,<\/font><\/p>\n

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All think and act by the Inconscient’s grace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Addict of the roseate luxury of thy thoughts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Turn not thy gaze within thyself to look<\/font><\/p>\n

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At visions in the gleaming crystal. Mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Close not thy lids to dream the forms of Gods.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At last to open thy eyes consent and see<\/font><\/p>\n

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The stuff of which thou and the world are made,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inconscient in the still inconscient Void<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inexplicably a moving world sprang forth:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Awhile secure, happily insensible,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It could not rest content with its own truth.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For something on its nescient breast was born<\/font><\/p>\n

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Condemned to see and know, to feel and love,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It watched its acts, imagined a soul within,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It groped for truth and dreamed of Self and God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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When all unconscious was, then all was well.<\/font><\/p>\n

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I, Death, was king and kept my regal state,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Designing my unwilled, unerring plan,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Creating with a calm insentient heart.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In my sovereign power of unreality<\/font><\/p>\n

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Obliging nothingness to take a form,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Infallibly my blind unthinking force<\/font><\/p>\n

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Making by chance a fixity like fate’s,<\/font><\/p>\n

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By whim the formulas of Necessity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Founded on the hollow ground of the Inane<\/font><\/p>\n

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The sure bizarrerie of Nature’s scheme.<\/font><\/p>\n

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I curbed the vacant ether into Space;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A huge expanding and contracting breath<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHarboured the fires of the universe:<\/span><\/font>
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I struck out the supreme original spark<\/font>
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And spread its sparse ranked armies through the Inane,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nManufactured the stars from the occult radiances,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMarshalled the plattons of the invisible dance;<\/span><\/font>
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I formed earth’s beauty out of atom and gas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd built from chemic plasm the living man.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen Thought came in and spoilt the harmonious world:<\/span><\/font>
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Matter began to hope and think and feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTissue and nerve bore joy and agony;<\/span><\/font>
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The inconscient cosmos strove to learn its task;<\/font><\/p>\n

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An ignorant personal god was born in Mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd to understand invented reason’s law,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe impersonal Vast throbbed back to man’s desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA trouble rocked the great world’s blind still heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Nature lost her wide immortal calm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThus came this warped incomprehensible scene<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf souls enmeshed in life’s delight and pain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Matter’s sleep and Mind’s mortality,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf beings in Nature’s prison waiting death<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd consciousness left in seeking ignorance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is the world in which thou movst, astray<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the tangled pathways of the human mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the issueless circling of thy human life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSearching for thy soul and thinking God is here.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut where is room for soul or place for God<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the brute immensity of a machine?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA transient Breath thou takest for thy soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBorn from a gas, a plasm, a sperm, a gene,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA magnified image of man’s mind for God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA shadow of thyself thrown upon Space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInterposed between the upper and nether Void,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy consciousness reflects the world around<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or upwards turns to catch imagined stars.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr if a half Truth is playing with the earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrowing its light on a dark shadowy ground,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt touches only and leaves a luminous smudge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImmortality thou claimest for thy spirit,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut immortality for imperfect man,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA god who hurts himself at every step,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWould be a cycle of eternal pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWisdom and love thou claimest as thy right;<\/span><\/font>
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But knowledge in this world is error’s make,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA brilliant procuress of Nescience,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd human love a posturer on earth-stage<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho imitates with verve a faery dance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn extract pressed from hard experience,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan’s knowledge casked in the barrels of Memory<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas the harsh savour of a mortal draught:<\/span><\/font>
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A sweet secretion from the erotic glands<\/font><\/p>\n

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Flattering and torturing the burning nerves,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Love is a honey and poison in the breast<\/font><\/p>\n

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Drunk by it as the nectar of the gods.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Earth’s human wisdom is no great-browed power,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And love no gleaming angel from the skies.<\/font><\/p>\n

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If they aspire beyond earth’s dullard air,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Arriving sunwards with frail waxen wings<\/font><\/p>\n

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How high could reach that forced unnatural flight?<\/font><\/p>\n

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But not on earth can divine wisdom reign<\/font><\/p>\n

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And not on earth can divine love be found;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Heaven-born, only in heaven can they live,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr else there too perhaps they are shining dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNay, is not all thou art and doest a dream?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy mind and life are tricks of Matter’s force.<\/span><\/p>\n

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If thy life runs a swift and glorious dream,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This is the illusion of thy mortal heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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Dazzled by a ray of happiness or light.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Impotent to live by their own right divine,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Convinced of their brilliant unreality,<\/font><\/p>\n

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When their supporting ground is cut away,<\/font><\/p>\n

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These children of Matter into Matter die.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even Matter vanishes into Energy’s vague<\/font><\/p>\n

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And Energy is a motion of old Nought.<\/font><\/p>\n

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How shall the Ideal’s unsubstantial hues<\/font><\/p>\n

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Be painted stiff on earth’s vermilion blur,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A dream within a dream come doubly true?<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Ideal is a malady of thy mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A strange wine of beauty lifting thee to false sight.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A noble fiction of thy yearnings made,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thy human imperfection it must share:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its forms in Nature disappoint the heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd never shall it find its heavenly shape<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd never can it be fulfilled in Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO soul misled by the splendour of thy thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO earthly creature with thy dream of heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nObey, resigned and still, the earthly law.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAccept the light that falls upon thy days;<\/span><\/font>
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Take what thou canst of Life’s permitted joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSubmitting to the ordeal of Fate’s scourge<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSuffer what thou must of toil and grief and care.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere shall approach silencing thy passionate heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy long calm night of everlasting sleep:<\/span><\/font>
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