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\nBOOK TEN<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Book of the Double Twilight<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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CANTO ONE<\/b><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTHE DREAM TWILIGHT OF THE IDEAL<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/font>
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A<\/font>LL<\/font><\/b> still was darkness dread and desolate;<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was no change nor any hope of change.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this black dream which was a house of Void,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA walk to Nowhere in a land of Nought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEver they drifted without aim or goal;<\/span><\/font>
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Gloom led to worse gloom, death to an emptier death,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn some positive Non-Being’s purposeless Vast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrough formless wastes dumb and unknowable.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn ineffectual beam of suffering light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrough the despairing darkness dogged their steps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike the remembrance of a glory lost;<\/span><\/font>
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Even while it grew, it seemed unreal there,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet haunted Nihil’s chill stupendous realm,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnquenchable, perpetual, lonely, null,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA pallid ghost of some dead eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt was as if she must pay now her debt,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer vain presumption to exist and think,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo some brilliant Maya that conceived her soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis most she must absolve with endless pangs,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer deep original sin, the will to be<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the sin last, greatest, the spiritual pride, –<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat, made of dust, equalled itself with heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts scorn of the worm writhing m the mud,<\/span><\/font>
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Condemned, ephemeral, born from Nature’s dream,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Refusal of the transient creature’s role,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The claim to be a living fire of God,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The will to be immortal and divine.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In that tremendous darkness heavy and bare<\/font><\/p>\n

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She atoned for all since the first act whence sprang<\/font><\/p>\n

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The error of the consciousness of Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe rending of the Inconscient’s seal of sleep,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe primal and unpardoned revolt that broke<\/font><\/p>\n

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The peace and silence of the Nothingness<\/font><\/p>\n

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Which was before a seeming universe<\/font><\/p>\n

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Appeared in a vanity of imagined space<\/font><\/p>\n

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And life arose engendering grief and pain:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A great Negation was the Real’s face<\/span><\/p>\n

\nProhibiting the vain process of Time:<\/span><\/font>
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And when there is no world, no creature more,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen Time’s intrusion has been blotted out,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt shall last, unbodied, saved from thought, at peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAccursed in what had been her godhead source,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCondemned to live for ever empty of bliss,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer immortality her chastisement,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer spirit, guilty of being, wandered doomed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoving for ever through eternal Night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut Maya is a veil of the Absolute;<\/span><\/font>
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A truth occult has made this mighty world:<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Eternal’s wisdom and self-knowledge act<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn ignorant Mind and in the body’s steps.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Inconscient is the Superconscient’s sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn unintelligible Intelligence<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInvents creation’s paradox profound;<\/span><\/font>
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Spiritual thought is crammed in Matter’s forms,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnseen it throws out a dumb energy<\/span><\/font>
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And works a miracle by a machine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll here is a mystery of contraries:<\/span><\/font>
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Darkness a magic of self-hidden light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSuffering some secret rapture’s tragic mask<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd death an instrument of perpetual life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlthough Death walks beside us on Life’s road,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA dim bystander at the body’s start<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd a last judgment on man’s futile works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOther is the riddle of its ambiguous face:<\/span><\/font>
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Death is a stair, a door, a stumbling stride<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe soul must take to cross from birth to birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA grey defeat pregnant with victory,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA whip to lash us towards our deathless state.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe inconscient world is the spirit’s self-made room,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEternal Night shadow of eternal Day.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNight is not our beginning nor our end;<\/span><\/font>
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She is the dark Mother in whose womb we have hid<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSafe from too swift a waking to world-pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe came to her from a supernal Light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy Light we live and to the Light we go.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere in this seat of Darkness mute and lone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the heart of everlasting Nothingness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLight conquered now even by that feeble beam:<\/span><\/font>
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Its faint infiltration drilled the blind deaf mass;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Almost it changed into a glimmering sight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat housed the phantom of an aureate Sun<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose orb pupilled the eye of Nothingness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA golden fire came in and burnt Night’s heart;<\/span><\/font>
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Her dusky mindlessness began to dream;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Inconscient conscious grew. Night felt and thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAssailed in the sovereign emptiness of its reign<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe intolerant Darkness paled and drew apart<\/span><\/font>
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Till only a few black remnants stained that Ray.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut on a failing edge of dumb lost space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill a great dragon body sullenly loomed;<\/span><\/font>
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Adversary of the slow struggling Dawn<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDefending its ground of tortured mystery,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt trailed its coils through the dead martyred air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd curving fled down a grey slope of Time.<\/span><\/font>
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There is a morning twilight of the gods;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Miraculous from sleep their forms arise<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd God’s long nights are justified by dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere breaks a passion and splendour of new birth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd hue-winged visions stray across the lids,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe dreaming deities look beyond the seen<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd fashion in their thoughts the ideal worlds<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSprung from a limitless moment of desire<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat once had lodged in some abysmal heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPassed was the heaviness of the eyeless dark<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all the sorrow of the night was dead:<\/span><\/font>
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Surprised by a blind joy with groping hands<\/font><\/p>\n

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Like one who wakes to find his dreams were true,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into a happy misty twilit world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Where all ran after light and joy and love<\/font><\/p>\n

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She slipped; there far-off raptures drew more dose<\/font><\/p>\n

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And deep anticipations of delight<\/font><\/p>\n

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For ever eager to be grasped and held,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Were never grasped, yet breathed strange ecstasy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A pearl-winged indistinctness fleeting swam,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An air that dared not suffer too much light.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Vague fields were there, vague pastures gleaned, vague frees,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Vague scenes dim-hearted in a drifting haze;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Vague spirits wandered with a bodiless cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVague melodies touched the soul and fled pursued<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto harmonious distances unseized;<\/span><\/font>
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Forms subtly elusive and half-luminous powers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWishing no goal for their unearthly course<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrayed happily through vague ideal lands<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr floated without footing or their walk<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeft steps of reverie on sweet memory’s ground;<\/span><\/font>
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Or they paced to the mighty measure of their thoughts<\/font><\/p>\n

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Led by a low far chanting of the gods.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A ripple of gleaming wings crossed the far sky;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Birds like pale-bosomed imaginations flew<\/font><\/p>\n

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With low disturbing voices of desire,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And half-heard lowings drew the listening ear,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if the Sun-god’s brilliant kine were there<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hidden in mist and passing towards the sun.<\/font><\/p>\n

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These fugitive beings, these elusive shapes<\/font><\/p>\n

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Were all that claimed the eye and met the soul,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The natural inhabitants of that world. ‘<\/font><\/p>\n

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But nothing there was fixed or stayed for long;<\/font><\/p>\n

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No mortal feet could rest upon that soil,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo breath of life lingered embodied there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn that fine chaos joy fled dancing past<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd beauty evaded settled line and form<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd hid its sense in mysteries of hue;<\/span><\/font>
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Yet gladness ever repeated the same notes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd gave the sense of an enduring world;<\/span><\/font>
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There was a strange consistency of shapes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the same thoughts were constant passers-by<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all renewed unendingly its charm<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlluring ever the expectant heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike music that one always waits to hear<\/span><\/font>
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Like the recurrence of a haunting rhyme.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne touched incessantly things never seized,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA skirt of worlds invisibly divine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if a trail of disappearing stars<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere showered upon the floating atmosphere<\/span><\/p>\n

\nColours and lights and evanescent gleams<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat called to follow into magic heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in each cry that fainted on the ear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere was the voice of an unrealised bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn adoration reigned in the yearning heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA spirit of purity, an elusive presence<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf faery beauty and ungrasped delight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose momentary and escaping thrill,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHowever unsubstantial to our flesh,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd brief even in imperishableness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMuch sweeter seemed than any rapture known<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEarth or all-conquering heaven can ever give.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven ever young and earth too firm and old<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDelay the heart by immobility:<\/span><\/font>
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Their raptures of creation last too long,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTheir bold formations are too absolute;<\/span><\/font>
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Carved by an anguish of divine endeavour<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey stand up sculptured on the eternal hills,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr quarried from the living rocks of God<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWin immortality by perfect form.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey are too intimate with eternal things:<\/span><\/font>
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Vessels of infinite significances,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThey are too clear, too great, too meaningful;<\/font><\/p>\n

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No mist or shadow soothes the vanquished sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo soft penumbra of incertitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese only touch a golden hem of bliss,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe gleaming shoulder of some godlike hope,<\/span><\/font>
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The flying feet of exquisite desires.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn a slow trembling brink between night and day<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey shone like visitants from the morning star,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSatisfied beginnings of perfection, first<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTremulous imaginings of a heavenly world:<\/span><\/font>
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They mingle in a passion of pursuit,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thrilled with a spray of joy too slight to tire.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All in this world was shadowed forth, not limned,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Like faces leaping on a fan of fire<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or shapes of wonder in a tinted blur,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Like fugitive landscapes painting silver mists.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here Vision fled back from the sight alarmed,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And sound sought refuge from the ear’s surprise,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And all experience was a hasty joy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The joys here snatched were half-forbidden things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Timorous soul-bridals delicately veiled<\/font><\/p>\n

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As when a goddess’ bosom dimly moves<\/font><\/p>\n

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To first desire and her white soul transfigured,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A glimmering Eden crossed by fairy gleams,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Trembles to expectation’s fiery wand,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But nothing is familiar yet with bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All things in this fair realm were heavenly strange<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a fleeting gladness of untired delight,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In an insistency of magic change.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Past vanishing hedges, hurrying hints of fields,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mid swift escaping lanes that fled her feet<\/font><\/p>\n

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Journeying she wished no end: as one through clouds<\/font><\/p>\n

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Travels upon a mountain ridge and hears<\/font><\/p>\n

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Arising to him out of hidden depths<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sound of invisible streams, she walked besieged<\/font><\/p>\n

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By the illusion of a mystic space,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A charm of bodiless touches felt and heard<\/font>
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A sweetness as of voices high and dim<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalling like travellers upon seeking winds<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMelodiously with an alluring cry.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if a music old yet ever new,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoving suggestions on her heart-strings dwelt,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThoughts that no habitation found, yet clung<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith passionate repetition to her mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDesires that hurt not, happy only to live<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlways the same and always unfulfilled<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSang in the breast like a celestial lyre.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThus all could last, yet nothing ever be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this beauty as of mind made visible,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDressed in its rays of wonder Satyavan<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBefore her seemed the centre of its charm,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHead of her loveliness of longing dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd captain of the fancies of her soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven the dreadful majesty of Death’s face<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd its sombre sadness could not darken nor slay<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe intangible lustre of those fleeting skies.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe sombre Shadow sullen, implacable<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMade beauty and laughter more imperative;<\/span><\/font>
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Enhanced by his grey, joy grew more bright and dear;<\/font><\/p>\n

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His dark contrast edging ideal sight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeepened unuttered meanings to the heart;<\/span><\/font>
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Pain grew a trembling undertone of bliss<\/font><\/p>\n

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And transience immortality’s floating hem,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nA moment’s robe in which she looked more fair,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its antithesis sharpening her divinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A comrade of the Ray and Mist and Flame,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nBy a moon-bright face a brilliant moment drawn,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAlmost she seemed a thought mid floating thoughts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Seen hardly by a visionary mind<\/font>
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Amid the white inward musings of the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHalf-vanquished by the dream-happiness around,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAwhile she moved on an enchantment’s soil,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut still remained possessor of her soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbove, her spirit in its mighty trance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSaw all, but lived for its transcendent task<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImmutable like a fixed eternal star.<\/span><\/font>
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