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CANTO THREE<\/font> <\/font>
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THE GLORY AND FALL OF LIFE<\/font>
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A<\/font><\/b>N
\n<\/b>uneven broad ascent now lured his feet.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Answering a greater Nature’s troubled call<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe crossed the limits of embodied Mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd entered wide obscure disputed fields<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere all was doubt and change and nothing sure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA world of search and toil without repose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs one who meets the face of the Unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA questioner with none to give reply,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAttracted to a problem never solved,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlways uncertain of the ground he trod,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlways drawn on to an inconstant goal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe travelled through a land peopled by doubts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn shifting confines on a quaking base.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn front he saw a boundary ever unreached<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd thought himself at each step nearer now,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA far retreating horizon of mirage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA vagrancy was there that brooked no home,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA journey of countless paths without a dose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNothing he found to satisfy his heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA tireless wandering sought and could not cease.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere life is the manifest incalculable,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA movement of unquiet seas, a long<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd venturesome leap of spirit into Space,<\/span><\/font> 
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A vexed disturbance in the eternal Calm,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn impulse and passion of the Infinite.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAssuming whatever shape her fancy wills,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEscaped from the restraint of settled forms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe has left the safety of the tried and known.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnshepherded by the fear that walks through Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUndaunted by Fate that dogs and Chance that springs,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe accepts disaster as a common risk;<\/span><\/font>
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Careless of suffering, heedless of sin and fall,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe wrestles with danger and discovery<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the unexplored expanses of the Soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo be seemed only a long experiment,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe hazard of a seeking ignorant Force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat tries all truths and, finding none supreme,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoves on unsatisfied, unsure of its end.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs saw some inner mind, so life was shaped:<\/span><\/font>
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From thought to thought she passed, from phase to phase,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTortured by her own powers or proud and blest,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow master of herself, now toy and slave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA huge inconsequence was her action’s law,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if all possibility must be drained<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd anguish and bliss were pastimes of the heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a gallop of thunder-hooved vicissitudes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe swept through the race-fields of Circumstance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr, swaying, she tossed between her heights and deeps,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUplifted or broken on Time’s incessant wheel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmid a tedious crawl of drab desires<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe writhed, a worm mid worms in Nature’s mud,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen, Titan-statured, took all earth for food,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmbitioned the seas for robe, for crown the stars<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd shouting strode from peak to giant peak,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClamouring for worlds to conquer and to rule.<\/span><\/font>
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Then wantonly enamoured of Sorrow’s face,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe plunged into the anguish of the depths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd, wallowing, clung to her own misery.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn dolorous converse with her squandered self<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe wrote the account of all that she had lost,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr sat with grief as with an ancient friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA romp of violent raptures soon was spent,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr she lingered tied to an inadequate joy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMissing the turns of fate, missing life’s goal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA scene was planned for all her numberless moods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere each could be the law and way of life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut none could offer a pure felicity;<\/span><\/font>
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Only a nickering zest they left behind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr the fierce lust that brings a dead fatigue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmid her swift untold variety<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSomething remained dissatisfied ever the same<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in the new saw only a face of the old,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor every hour repeated all the rest<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd every change prolonged the same unease.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA spirit of her self and aim unsure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTired soon of too much joy and happiness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe needs the spur of pleasure and of pain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the native taste of suffering and unrest:<\/span><\/font>
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She strains for an end that never can she win.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA perverse savour haunts her thirsting lips:<\/span><\/font>
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For the grief she weeps which came from her own choice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor the pleasure yearns that racked with wounds her breast;<\/span><\/font>
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Aspiring to heaven she turns her steps towards hell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChance she has chosen and danger for playfellows;<\/span><\/font>
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Fate’s dreadful swing she has taken for cradle and seat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet pure and bright from the Timeless was her birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA lost world-rapture lingers in her eyes,<\/span><\/font>
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Her moods are faces of the Infinite:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Beauty and happiness are her native right,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd endless bliss is her eternal home.<\/span><\/font>
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This now revealed its antique face of joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sudden disclosure to the heart of grief<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTempting it to endure and long and hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven in changing worlds bereft of peace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn an air racked with sorrow and with fear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd while his feet trod on a soil unsafe,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe saw the image of a happier state.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn an architecture of hieratic Space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCircling and mounting towards creation’s tops,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt a blue height which never was too high<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor warm communion between body and soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs far as heaven, as near as thought and hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGlimmered the kingdom of a griefless life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbove him in a new celestial vault<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOther than the heavens beheld by mortal eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs on a fretted ceiling of the gods,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn archipelago of laughter and fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwam stars apart in a rippled sea of sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTowered spirals, magic rings of vivid hue<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd gleaming spheres of strange felicity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFloated through distance like a symbol world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the trouble and the toil they could not share,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the unhappiness they could not aid,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpervious to life’s suffering, struggle, grief,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUntarnished by its anger, gloom and hate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnmoved, untouched, looked down great visioned planes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBlissful for ever in their timeless right.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbsorbed in their own beauty and content,<\/span><\/font>
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Of their immortal gladness they live sure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nApart in their self-glory plunged, remote<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBurning they swam in a vague lucent haze,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn everlasting refuge of dream-light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA nebula of the splendours of the gods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMade from the musings of eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlmost unbelievable by human faith,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHardly they seemed the stuff of things that are.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs through a magic television’s glass<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOutlined to some magnifying inner eye<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey shone like images thrown from a far scene<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToo high and glad for mortal lids to seize.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut near and real to the longing heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd to the body’s passionate thought and sense<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre the hidden kingdoms of beatitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn some close unattained realm which yet we feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImmune from the harsh clutch of Death and Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEscaping the search of sorrow and desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn bright enchanted safe peripheries<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor ever wallowing in bliss they lie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn dream and trance and muse before our eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAcross a subtle vision’s inner field,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWide rapturous landscapes fleeting from the sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe figures of the perfect kingdom pass<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd behind them leave a shining memory’s trail.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImagined scenes or great eternal worlds,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDream-caught or sensed, they touch our hearts with their
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Unreal-seeming yet more real than life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHappier than happiness, truer than things true<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf dreams these were or captured images,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDream’s truth made false earth’s vain realities.<\/span><\/font>
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In a swift eternal moment fixed there live<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr ever recalled come back to longing eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalm heavens of imperishable Light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIllumined continents of violet peace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOceans and rivers of the mirth of God<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd griefless countries under purple suns.<\/span><\/font>
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This, once a star of bright remote idea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr imagination’s comet trail of dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTook now a close shape of reality.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe gulf between dream-truth, earth-fact was crossed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe wonder-worlds of life were dreams no more;<\/span><\/font>
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His vision made all they unveiled its own:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Their scenes, their happenings met his eyes and heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd smote them with pure loveliness and bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A breathless summit region drew his gaze<\/font><\/p>\n

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Whose boundaries jutted into a sky of Self<\/font><\/p>\n

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And dipped towards a strange ethereal base.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe quintessence glowed of Life’s supreme delight.<\/font><\/p>\n

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On a spiritual and mysterious peak<\/font><\/p>\n

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Only a miracle’s high transfiguring line<\/font><\/p>\n

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Divided life from the formless Infinite<\/font><\/p>\n

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And sheltered Time against eternity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOut of that formless stuff Time mints his shapes;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Eternal’s quiet holds the cosmic act:<\/font><\/p>\n

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The protean images of the World-Force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave drawn the strength to be, the will to last<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom a deep ocean of dynamic peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInverting the Spirit’s apex towards life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe spends the plastic liberties of the One<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo cast in acts the dreams of her caprice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis wisdom’s call steadies her careless feet,<\/span><\/font>
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He props her dance upon a rigid base,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His timeless still immutability<\/font><\/p>\n

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Must standardise her creation’s miracle.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of the Void’s unseeing energies<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inventing the scene of a concrete universe,<\/font><\/p>\n

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By his thought she has fixed its paces, in its blind acts<\/font><\/p>\n

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She sees by flashes of his all-knowing Light.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At her will the inscrutable Supermind leans down<\/font><\/p>\n

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To guide her force that feels but cannot know,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its breadth of power controls her restless seas<\/font><\/p>\n

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And life obeys the governing Idea.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At her will, led by a luminous Immanence<\/font><\/p>\n

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The hazardous experimenting Mind<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pushes its way through obscure possibles<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mid chance formations of an unknowing world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our human ignorance moves towards the Truth<\/font><\/p>\n

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That Nescience may become omniscient:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Transmuted instincts shape to divine thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThoughts house infallible immortal sight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Nature climbs towards God’s identity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Master of the worlds self-made her slave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs the executor of her fantasies:<\/span><\/font>
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She has canalised the seas of omnipotence,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe has limited by her laws the Illimitable.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Immortal bound himself to do her works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe labours at the tasks her Ignorance sets,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHidden in the cape of our mortality.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe worlds, the forms her goddess fancy makes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave lost their origin on unseen heights:<\/span><\/font>
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Even severed, straying from their timeless source,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven deformed, obscured, accursed and fallen,\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSince even fall has its perverted joy<\/span><\/font>
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And nothing she leaves out that serves delight,\u2014<\/font><\/p>\n

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These too can to the peaks revert or here<\/font><\/p>\n

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Cut out the sentence of the spirit’s fall,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Recover their forfeited divinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At once caught in an eternal vision’s sweep<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHe saw her pride and splendour of highborn zones<\/font><\/p>\n

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And her regions crouching in the nether deeps.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Above was a monarchy of unfallen self,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Beneath was the gloomy trance of the abyss,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An opposite pole or dim antipodes.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There were vasts of the glory of life’s absolutes:<\/font><\/p>\n

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All laughed in a safe immortality<\/font><\/p>\n

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And an eternal childhood of the soul<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nBefore darkness came and pain and grief were born<\/font><\/p>\n

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Where all could dare to be themselves and one<\/font><\/p>\n

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And Wisdom played in sinless innocence<\/font><\/p>\n

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With naked Freedom in Truth’s happy sun.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThere were worlds of her laughter and dreadful irony,<\/font><\/p>\n

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There were fields of her taste of toil and strife and tears;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her head lay on the breast of amorous Death,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sleep imitated awhile extinction’s peace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The light of God she has parted from his dark<\/font><\/p>\n

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To test the savour of bare opposites.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHere mingling in man’s heart their tones and hues<\/font><\/p>\n

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Have woven his being’s mutable design,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His life a forward-rippling stream in Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His nature’s constant fixed mobility,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His soul a moving picture’s changeful film,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His cosmos-chaos of personality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The grand creatrix with her cryptic touch<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHas turned to pathos and power being’s self-dream,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Made a passion-play of its fathomless mystery.<\/font>
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But here were worlds lifted half-way to heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Veil was there but not the Shadowy Wall;<\/span><\/font>
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In forms not too remote from human grasp<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSome passion of the inviolate purity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBroke through, a ray of the original Bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven’s joys might have been earth’s if earth were pure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere could have reached our divinised sense and heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSome natural felicity’s bright extreme,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSome thrill of supemature’s absolutes:<\/span><\/font>
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All strengths could laugh and sport on earth’s hard roads<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd never feel her cruel edge of pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll love could play and nowhere Nature’s shame.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut she has stabled her dreams in Matter’s courts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd still her doors are barred to things supreme.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese worlds could feel God’s breath visiting their tops;<\/span><\/font>
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Some glimmer of the Transcendent’s hem was there.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Across the white aeonic silences<\/font><\/p>\n

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Immortal figures of embodied joy<\/font><\/p>\n

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Traversed wide spaces near to eternity’s sleep.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pure mystic voices in beatitude’s hush<\/font><\/p>\n

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Appealed to Love’s immaculate sweetnesses,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Calling his honeyed touch to thrill the worlds,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His blissful hands to seize on Nature’s limbs,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His sweet intolerant might of union<\/font><\/p>\n

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To take all beings into his saviour arms,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Drawing to his pity the rebel and the waif<\/font><\/p>\n

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To force on them the happiness they refuse.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A chant hymeneal to the unseen Divine,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A flaming rhapsody of white desire<\/font><\/p>\n

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Lured an immortal music into the heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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And woke the slumbering ear of ecstasy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A. purer, fierier sense had there its home,<\/font>
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A burning urge no earthly limbs can hold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne drew a large unburdened spacious breath<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the heart sped from beat to rapturous beat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe voice of time sang of the Immortal’s joy;<\/span><\/font>
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An inspiration and a lyric cry,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe moments came with ecstasy on their wings;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Beauty unimaginable moved heaven-bare<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbsolved from boundaries in the vasts of dream;<\/span><\/font>
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The cry of the Birds of Wonder called from the skies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo the deathless people of the shores of Light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreation leaped straight from the hands of God;<\/span><\/font>
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Marvel and rapture wandered in the ways.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly to be was a supreme delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife was a happy laughter of the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Joy was king with Love for minister.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe spirit’s luminousness was bodied there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife’s contraries were lovers or natural friends<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd her extremes keen edges of harmony:<\/span><\/font>
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Indulgence with a tender purity came<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd nursed the god on her maternal breast:<\/span><\/font>
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There none was weak, so falsehood could not live;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ignorance was a thin shade protecting light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImagination the free-will of Truth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPleasure a candidate for heaven’s fire;<\/span><\/font>
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The intellect was Beauty’s worshipper,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrength was the slave of calm spiritual law,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPower laid its head upon the breasts of Bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere were summit glories inconceivable,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAutonomies of wisdom’s still self-rule<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd high dependencies of her virgin sun,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIllumined theocracies of the seeing soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThroned in the power of the Transcendent’s ray.<\/span><\/font>
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A vision of grandeurs, a dream of magnitudes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn sun-bright kingdoms moved with regal gait:<\/span><\/font>
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Assemblies, crowded senates of the gods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Life’s puissances reigned on seats of marble will,<\/font><\/p>\n

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High dominations and autocracies<\/font><\/p>\n

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And laurelled strengths and armed imperative mights.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All objects there were great and beautiful,<\/font><\/p>\n

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All beings wore a royal stamp of power.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There sat the oligarchies of natural Law,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Proud violent heads served one calm monarch brow:<\/font><\/p>\n

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All the soul’s postures donned divinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere met the ardent mutual intimacies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf mastery’s joy and the joy of servitude<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImposed by Love on Love’s heart that obeys<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Love’s body held beneath a rapturous yoke.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll was a game of meeting kinglinesses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor worship lifts the worshipper’s bowed strength<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClose to the god’s pride and bliss his soul adores:<\/span><\/font>
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The ruler there is one with all he rules,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To him who serves with a free equal heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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Obedience is his princely training’s school,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His nobility’s coronet and privilege,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His faith is a high nature’s idiom,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His service a spiritual sovereignty.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There were realms where Knowledge joined creative Power<\/font><\/p>\n

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In her high home and made her all his own:<\/font><\/p>\n

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The grand Illuminate seized her gleaming limbs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd filled them with the passion of his ray<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTill all her body was its transparent house<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all her soul a counterpart of his soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nApotheosised, transfigured by wisdom’s touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer days became a luminous sacrifice,<\/span><\/font>
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An immortal moth in happy and endless fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe burned in his sweet intolerable blaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA captive Life wedded her conqueror.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn his wide sky she built her world anew;<\/span><\/font>
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She gave to mind’s calm pace the motor’s speed,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To thinking a need to live what the soul saw,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To living an impetus to know and see.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His splendour grasped her, her puissance to him clung;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She crowned the Idea a king in purple robes,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nPut her magic serpent sceptre in Thought’s grip,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nMade forms his inward vision’s rhythmic shapes<\/font><\/p>\n

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And her acts the living body of his will.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A flaming thunder, a creator flash,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His victor Light rode on her deathless Force:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A centaur’s mighty gallop bore the god.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife throned with mind, a double majesty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWorlds were there of a happiness great and grave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd action tinged with dream, laughter with thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd passion there could wait for its desire<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUntil it heard the near approach of God.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWorlds were there of a childlike mirth and joy;<\/span><\/font>
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A carefree youthfulness of mind and heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFound in the body a heavenly instrument;<\/span><\/font>
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It lit an aureate halo round desire<\/font><\/p>\n

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And freed the deified animal in the limbs<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nTo divine gambols of love and beauty and bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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On a radiant soil that gazed at heaven’s smile<\/font><\/p>\n

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A swift life-impulse stinted not nor stopped:<\/font><\/p>\n

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It knew not how to tire; happy were its tears.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere work was play and play the only work,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe tasks of heaven a game of godlike might:<\/span><\/font>
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A celestial bacchanal for ever pure,<\/font>
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Unstayed by faintness as in mortal frames<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife was an eternity of rapture’s moods:<\/span><\/font>
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Age never came, care never lined the face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImposing on the safety of the stars<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA race and laughter of immortal strengths,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe nude God-children in their play-fields ran<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSmiting the winds with splendour and with speed;<\/span><\/font>
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Of storm and sun they made companions,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSported with the white mane of tossing seas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSlew distance trampled to death under their wheels<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wrestled in the arenas of their force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImperious in their radiance like the suns<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey kindled heaven with the glory of their limbs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlung like a divine largesse to the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA spell to force the heart to stark delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey carried the pride and mastery of their charm<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if Life’s banner on the roads of Space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIdeas were luminous comrades of the soul;<\/span><\/font>
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Mind played with speech, cast javelins of thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut needed not these instruments’ toil to know;<\/span><\/font>
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Knowledge was Nature’s pastime like the rest.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Investitured with the fresh heart’s bright ray,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An early God-instinct’s child inheritors,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Tenants of the perpetuity of Time<\/font><\/p>\n

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Still thrilling with the first creation’s bliss,<\/font><\/p>\n

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They steeped existence in their youth of soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An exquisite and vehement tyranny,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The strong compulsion of their will to joy<\/font><\/p>\n

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Poured smiling streams of happiness through the world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There reigned a breath of high immune content,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A fortunate gait of days in tranquil air,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A flood of universal love and peace.<\/font>
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A sovereignty of tireless sweetness lived<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike a song of pleasure on the lips of Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA large spontaneous order freed the will,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sun-frank winging of the soul to bliss,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe breadth and greatness of the unfettered act<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the swift fire-heart’s golden liberty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere was no falsehood of soul-severance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere came no crookedness of thought or word<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo rob creation of its native truth;<\/span><\/font>
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All was sincerity and natural force.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThere freedom was sole rule and highest law.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a happy series climbed or plunged these worlds:<\/font><\/p>\n

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In realms of curious beauty and surprise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn fields of grandeur and of titan power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife played at ease with her immense desires.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA thousand Edens she could build nor pause;<\/span><\/font>
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No bound was set to her greatness and to her grace<\/font><\/p>\n

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And to her heavenly variety.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAwake with a cry and stir of numberless souls,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nArisen from the breast of some deep Infinite,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nSmiling like a new-born child at love and hope,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn her nature housing the Immortal’s power,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In her bosom bearing the eternal Will,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nNo guide she needed but her luminous heart:<\/font><\/p>\n

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No fall debased the godhead of her steps,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo alien Night had come to blind her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere was no use for grudging ring or fence;<\/span><\/font>
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Each act was a perfection and a joy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbandoned to her rapid fancy’s moods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the rich coloured riot of her mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInitiate of divine and mighty dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMagician builder of unnumbered forms<\/span><\/font>
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Exploring the measures of the rhythms of God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt will she wove her wizard wonder-dance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Dionysian goddess of delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Bacchant of creative ecstasy.<\/span><\/font>
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This world of bliss he saw and felt its call,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut found no way to enter into its joy;<\/span><\/font>
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Across the conscious gulf there was no bridge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA darker air encircled still his soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTied to an image of unquiet life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn spite of yearning mind and longing sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo a sad Thought by grey experience formed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd a vision dimmed by care and sorrow and sleep<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll this seemed only a bright desirable dream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nConceived in a longing distance by the heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf one who walks in the shadow of earth-pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlthough he once had felt the Eternal’s clasp,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToo near to suffering worlds his nature lived,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd where he stood were entrances of Night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHardly, too close beset by the world’s care,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCan the dense mould in which we have been made<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReturn sheer joy to joy, pure light to light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor its tormented will to think and live<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFirst to a mingled pain and pleasure woke<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd still it keeps the habit of its birth:<\/span><\/font>
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A dire duality is our way to be.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the crude beginnings of this mortal world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Life was not nor mind’s play nor heart’s desire.<\/font><\/p>\n

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When earth was built in the unconscious Void<\/font><\/p>\n

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And nothing was save a material scene,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Identified with sea and sky and stone<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her young gods yearned for the release of souls<\/font><\/p>\n

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Asleep in objects, vague, inanimate.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn that desolate grandeur, in that beauty bare,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn the deaf stillness, mid the unheeded sounds,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Heavy was the uncommunicated load<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of Godhead in a world that had no needs;<\/font><\/p>\n

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For none was there to feel or to receive.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Could not contain their vast creative urge:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Immersed no more in Matter’s harmony,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Spirit lost its statuesque repose.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the uncaring trance it groped for sight,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Passioned for the movements of a conscious heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Famishing for speech and thought and joy and love,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn the dumb insensitive wheeling day and night<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHungered for the beat of yearning and response.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe poised inconscience shaken with a touch,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The intuitive silence trembling with a name,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThey cried to Life to invade the senseless mould<\/font><\/p>\n

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And in brute forms awake divinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A murmur moaned in the unlistening Void.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nA being seemed to breathe where once was none:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Something pent up in dead insentient depths,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDenied conscious existence, lost to joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTurned as if one asleep since dateless time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAware of its own buried reality,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRemembering its forgotten self and right,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt yearned to know, to aspire, to enjoy, to live.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife heard the call and left her native light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOverflowing from her bright magnificent plane<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the rigid coil and sprawl of mortal space,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere too the gracious great-winged Angel poured<\/span><\/font>
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Her splendour and her sweetness and her bliss,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHoping to fill a fair new world with joy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs comes a goddess to a mortal’s breast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd fills his days with her celestial clasp,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe stooped to make her home in transient shapes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn Matter’s womb she cast the Immortal’s fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the unfeeling Vast woke thought and hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSmote with her charm and beauty flesh and nerve<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd forced delight on earth’s insensible frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlive and clad with trees and herbs and flowers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEarth’s great brown body smiled towards the skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAzure replied to azure in the sea’s laugh;<\/span><\/font>
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New sentient creatures filled the unseen depths,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Life’s glory and swiftness ran in the beauty of beasts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Man dared and thought and met with his soul the world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But while the magic breath was on its way,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Before her gifts could reach our prisoned hearts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A dark ambiguous Presence questioned all.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The secret Will that robes itself with Night<\/font><\/p>\n

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And offers to spirit the ordeal of the flesh,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Imposed a mystic mask of death and pain.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Interned now in the slow and suffering years<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sojourns the winged and wonderful wayfarer<\/font><\/p>\n

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And can no more recall her happier state,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But must obey the inert Inconscient’s law,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Insensible foundation of a world<\/font><\/p>\n

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In which blind limits are on beauty laid<\/font><\/p>\n

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And sorrow and joy as struggling comrades live.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A dim and dreadful muteness fell on her:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Abolished was her subtle mighty spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

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To feed death with her works is here life’s doom.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An episode in an eternal death,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A myth of being that must for ever cease.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Such was the evil mystery of her change.<\/font>
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