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Canto Two<\/i><\/p>\n

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\n The Kingdom of
\nSubtle Matter<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/p>\n

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In
\nthe impalpable field of secret self,<\/p>\n

This
\nlittle outer being’s vast support<\/p>\n

Parted
\nfrom vision by earth’s solid fence,<\/p>\n

He
\ncame into a magic crystal air<\/p>\n

And
\nfound a life that lived not by the flesh,<\/p>\n

A
\nlight that made visible immaterial things.<\/p>\n

A
\nfine degree in wonder’s hierarchy,<\/p>\n

The
\nkingdom of subtle Matter’s faery craft<\/p>\n

Outlined
\nagainst a sky of vivid hues,<\/p>\n

Leaping
\nout of a splendour-trance and haze,<\/p>\n

The
\nwizard revelation of its front.<\/p>\n

A
\nworld of lovelier forms lies near to ours,<\/p>\n

Where,
\nundisguised by earth’s deforming sight,<\/p>\n

All
\nshapes are beautiful and all things true.<\/p>\n

In
\nthat lucent ambiance mystically clear<\/p>\n

The
\neyes were doors to a celestial sense,<\/p>\n

Hearing
\nwas music and the touch a charm<\/p>\n

And
\nthe heart drew a deeper breath of power.<\/p>\n

There
\ndwell earth-nature’s shining origins:<\/p>\n

The
\nperfect plans on which she moulds her works,<\/p>\n

The
\ndistant outcomes of her travailing force<\/p>\n

Repose
\nin a framework of established fate.<\/p>\n

Attempted
\nvainly now or won in vain,<\/p>\n

Already
\nwere mapped and scheduled there the time<\/p>\n

And
\nthe figure of her future sovereignties<\/p>\n

In
\nthe sumptuous lineaments traced by desire.<\/p>\n

The
\ngolden issue of mind’s labyrinth plots,<\/p>\n

The
\nriches unfound or still uncaught by our lives<\/p>\n

Unsullied
\nby the attaint of mortal thought<\/p>\n

Abide
\nin that pellucid atmosphere.<\/p>\n

Our
\nvague beginnings are overtaken there, <\/p>\n

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Our
\nmiddle terms sketched out in prescient lines,<\/p>\n

Our
\nfinished ends anticipated live.<\/p>\n

This
\nbrilliant roof of our descending plane,<\/p>\n

Intercepting
\nthe free boon of heaven’s air,<\/p>\n

Admits
\nsmall inrushes of a mighty breath<\/p>\n

Or
\nfragrant circuits through gold lattices;<\/p>\n

It
\nshields our ceiling of terrestrial mind<\/p>\n

From
\ndeathless suns and the streaming of God’s rain,<\/p>\n

Yet
\ncanalises a strange irised glow,<\/p>\n

And
\nbright dews drip from the Immortal’s sky.<\/p>\n

A
\npassage for the Powers that move our days,<\/p>\n

Occult
\nbehind this grosser Nature’s walls,<\/p>\n

A
\ngossamer marriage-hall of Mind with Form<\/p>\n

Is
\nhidden by a tapestry of dreams;<\/p>\n

Heaven’s
\nmeanings steal through it as through a veil,<\/p>\n

Its
\ninner sight sustains this outer scene.<\/p>\n

A
\nfiner consciousness with happier lines,<\/p>\n

It
\nhas a tact our touch cannot attain,<\/p>\n

A
\npurity of sense we never feel;<\/p>\n

Its
\nintercession with the eternal Ray<\/p>\n

Inspires
\nour transient earth’s brief-lived attempts<\/p>\n

At
\nbeauty and the perfect shape of things.<\/p>\n

In
\nrooms of the young divinity of power<\/p>\n

And
\nearly play of the eternal Child<\/p>\n

The
\nembodiments of his outwinging thoughts<\/p>\n

Laved
\nin a bright everlasting wonder’s tints<\/p>\n

And
\nlulled by whispers of that lucid air<\/p>\n

Take
\ndream-hued rest like birds on timeless trees<\/p>\n

Before
\nthey dive to float on earth-time’s sea.<\/p>\n

All
\nthat here seems has lovelier semblance there.<\/p>\n

Whatever
\nour hearts conceive, our heads create,<\/p>\n

Some
\nhigh original beauty forfeiting,<\/p>\n

Thence
\nexiled here consents to an earthly tinge.<\/p>\n

Whatever
\nis here of visible charm and grace<\/p>\n

Finds
\nthere its faultless and immortal lines;<\/p>\n

All
\nthat is beautiful here is there divine. <\/p>\n

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Figures
\nare there undreamed by mortal mind:<\/p>\n

Bodies
\nthat have no earthly counterpart<\/p>\n

Traverse
\nthe inner eye’s illumined trance<\/p>\n

And
\nravish the heart with their celestial tread<\/p>\n

Persuading
\nheaven to inhabit that wonder sphere.<\/p>\n

The
\nfuture’s marvels wander in its gulfs;<\/p>\n

Things
\nold and new are fashioned in those depths:<\/p>\n

A
\ncarnival of beauty crowds the heights<\/p>\n

In
\nthat magic kingdom of ideal sight.<\/p>\n

In
\nits antechambers of splendid privacy<\/p>\n

Matter
\nand soul in conscious union meet<\/p>\n

Like
\nlovers in a lonely secret place:<\/p>\n

In
\nthe clasp of a passion not yet unfortunate<\/p>\n

They
\njoin their strength and sweetness and delight<\/p>\n

And
\nmingling make the high and low worlds one.<\/p>\n

Intruder
\nfrom the formless Infinite<\/p>\n

Daring
\nto break into the Inconscient’s reign,<\/p>\n

The
\nspirit’s leap towards body touches ground.<\/p>\n

As
\nyet unwrapped in earthly lineaments,<\/p>\n

Already
\nit wears outlasting death and birth,<\/p>\n

Convincing
\nthe abyss by heavenly form,<\/p>\n

A
\ncovering of its immortality<\/p>\n

Alive
\nto the lustre of the wearer’s rank,<\/p>\n

Fit
\nto endure the rub of Change and Time.<\/p>\n

A
\ntissue mixed of the soul’s radiant light<\/p>\n

And
\nMatter’s substance of sign-burdened Force,\u2014<\/p>\n

Imagined
\nvainly in our mind’s thin air<\/p>\n

An
\nabstract phantasm mould of mental make,\u2014<\/p>\n

It
\nfeels what earthly bodies cannot feel<\/p>\n

And
\nis more real than this grosser frame.<\/p>\n

After
\nthe falling of mortality’s cloak<\/p>\n

Lightened
\nis its weight to heighten its ascent;<\/p>\n

Refined
\nto the touch of finer environments<\/p>\n

It
\ndrops old patterned palls of denser stuff,<\/p>\n

Cancels
\nthe grip of earth’s descending pull<\/p>\n

And
\nbears the soul from world to higher world, <\/p>\n

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Till
\nin the naked ether of the peaks<\/p>\n

The
\nspirit simplicity alone is left,<\/p>\n

The
\neternal being’s first transparent robe.<\/p>\n

But
\nwhen it must come back to its mortal load<\/p>\n

And
\nthe hard ensemble of earth’s experience,<\/p>\n

Then
\nits return resumes that heavier dress.<\/p>\n

For
\nlong before earth’s solid vest was forged<\/p>\n

By
\nthe technique of the atomic Void,<\/p>\n

A
\nlucent envelope of self-disguise<\/p>\n

Was
\nwoven round the secret spirit in things.<\/p>\n

The
\nsubtle realms from those bright sheaths are made.<\/p>\n

This
\nwonder-world with all its radiant boon<\/p>\n

Of
\nvision and inviolate happiness,<\/p>\n

Only
\nfor expression cares and perfect form;<\/p>\n

Fair
\non its peaks, it has dangerous nether planes;<\/p>\n

Its
\nlight draws towards the verge of Nature’s lapse;<\/p>\n

It
\nlends beauty to the terror of the gulfs<\/p>\n

And
\nfascinating eyes to perilous Gods,<\/p>\n

Invests
\nwith grace the demon and the snake.<\/p>\n

Its
\ntrance imposes earth’s inconscience,<\/p>\n

Immortal
\nit weaves for us death’s sombre robe<\/p>\n

And
\nauthorises our mortality.<\/p>\n

This
\nmedium serves a greater Consciousness:<\/p>\n

A
\nvessel of its concealed autocracy,<\/p>\n

It
\nis the subtle ground of Matter’s worlds,<\/p>\n

It
\nis the immutable in their mutable forms,<\/p>\n

In
\nthe folds of its creative memory<\/p>\n

It
\nguards the deathless type of perishing things:<\/p>\n

Its
\nlowered potencies found our fallen strengths;<\/p>\n

Its
\nthought invents our reasoned ignorance;<\/p>\n

Its
\nsense fathers our body’s reflexes.<\/p>\n

Our
\nsecret breath of untried mightier force,<\/p>\n

The
\nlurking sun of an instant’s inner sight,<\/p>\n

Its
\nfine suggestions are a covert fount<\/p>\n

For
\nour iridescent rich imaginings<\/p>\n

Touching
\nthings common with transfiguring hues <\/p>\n

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Till
\neven earth’s mud grows rich and warm with the skies<\/p>\n

And
\na glory gleams from the soul’s decadence.<\/p>\n

Its
\nknowledge is our error’s starting-point;<\/p>\n

Its
\nbeauty dons our mud-mask ugliness,<\/p>\n

Its
\nartist good begins our evil’s tale.<\/p>\n

A
\nheaven of creative truths above,<\/p>\n

A
\ncosmos of harmonious dreams between,<\/p>\n

A
\nchaos of dissolving forms below,<\/p>\n

It
\nplunges lost in our inconscient base.<\/p>\n

Out
\nof its fall our denser Matter came.<\/p>\n

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Thus taken
\nwas God’s plunge into the Night.<\/p>\n

This
\nfallen world became a nurse of souls<\/p>\n

Inhabited
\nby concealed divinity.<\/p>\n

A
\nBeing woke and lived in the meaningless void,<\/p>\n

A
\nworld-wide Nescience strove towards life and thought,<\/p>\n

A
\nConsciousness plucked out from mindless sleep.<\/p>\n

All
\nhere is driven by an insentient will.<\/p>\n

Thus
\nfallen, inconscient, frustrate, dense, inert,<\/p>\n

Sunk
\ninto inanimate and torpid drowse<\/p>\n

Earth
\nlay, a drudge of sleep, forced to create<\/p>\n

By a
\nsubconscient yearning memory<\/p>\n

Left
\nfrom a happiness dead before she was born,<\/p>\n

An
\nalien wonder on her senseless breast.<\/p>\n

This
\nmire must harbour the orchid and the rose,<\/p>\n

From
\nher blind unwilling substance must emerge<\/p>\n

A
\nbeauty that belongs to happier spheres.<\/p>\n

This
\nis the destiny bequeathed to her,<\/p>\n

As
\nif a slain god left a golden trust<\/p>\n

To a
\nblind force and an imprisoned soul.<\/p>\n

An
\nimmortal godhead’s perishable parts<\/p>\n

She
\nmust reconstitute from fragments lost,<\/p>\n

Re-word
\nfrom a document complete elsewhere<\/p>\n

Her
\ndoubtful title to her divine Name.<\/p>\n

A
\nresidue her sole inheritance,<\/p>\n

All
\nthings she carries in her shapeless dust. <\/p>\n

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Her
\ngiant energy tied to petty forms<\/p>\n

In
\nthe slow tentative motion of her power<\/p>\n

With
\nonly frail blunt instruments for use,<\/p>\n

She
\nhas accepted as her nature’s need<\/p>\n

And
\ngiven to man as his stupendous work<\/p>\n

A
\nlabour to the gods impossible.<\/p>\n

A
\nlife living hardly in a field of death<\/p>\n

Its
\nportion claims of immortality;<\/p>\n

A
\nbrute half-conscious body serves as means<\/p>\n

A
\nmind that must recover a knowledge lost<\/p>\n

Held
\nin stone-grip by the world’s inconscience,<\/p>\n

And
\nwearing still these countless knots of Law<\/p>\n

A
\nspirit bound stand up as Nature’s king.<\/p>\n

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A mighty
\nkinship is this daring’s cause.<\/p>\n

All
\nwe attempt in this imperfect world,<\/p>\n

Looks
\nforward or looks back beyond Time’s gloss<\/p>\n

To
\nits pure idea and firm inviolate type<\/p>\n

In
\nan absolute creation’s flawless skill.<\/p>\n

To
\nseize the absolute in shapes that pass,<\/p>\n

To
\nfeel the eternal’s touch in time-made things,<\/p>\n

This
\nis the law of all perfection here.<\/p>\n

A
\nfragment here is caught of heaven’s design;<\/p>\n

Else
\ncould we never hope for greater life<\/p>\n

And
\necstasy and glory could not be.<\/p>\n

Even
\nin the littleness of our mortal state,<\/p>\n

Even
\nin this prison-house of outer form,<\/p>\n

A
\nbrilliant passage for the infallible Flame<\/p>\n

Is
\ndriven through gross walls of nerve and brain,<\/p>\n

A
\nSplendour presses or a Power breaks through,<\/p>\n

Earth’s
\ngreat dull barrier is removed awhile,<\/p>\n

The
\ninconscient seal is lifted from our eyes<\/p>\n

And
\nwe grow vessels of creative might.<\/p>\n

The
\nenthusiasm of a divine surprise<\/p>\n

Pervades
\nour life, a mystic stir is felt,<\/p>\n

A
\njoyful anguish trembles in our limbs; <\/p>\n

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A
\ndream of beauty dances through the heart,<\/p>\n

A
\nthought from the eternal Mind draws near,<\/p>\n

Intimations
\ncast from the Invisible<\/p>\n

Awaking
\nfrom Infinity’s sleep come down,<\/p>\n

Symbols
\nof That which never yet was made.<\/p>\n

But
\nsoon the inert flesh responds no more,<\/p>\n

Then
\nsinks the sacred orgy of delight,<\/p>\n

The
\nblaze of passion and the tide of power<\/p>\n

Are
\ntaken from us and, though a glowing form<\/p>\n

Abides
\nastonishing earth, imagined supreme,<\/p>\n

Too
\nlittle of what was meant has left a trace.<\/p>\n

Earth’s
\neyes half see, her forces half create;<\/p>\n

Her
\nrarest works are copies of heaven’s art.<\/p>\n

A
\nradiance of a golden artifice,<\/p>\n

A
\nmasterpiece of inspired device and rule,<\/p>\n

Her
\nforms hide what they house and only mime<\/p>\n

The
\nunseized miracle of self-born shapes<\/p>\n

That
\nlive for ever in the Eternal’s gaze.<\/p>\n

Here
\nin a difficult half-finished world<\/p>\n

Is a
\nslow toiling of unconscious Powers;<\/p>\n

Here
\nis man’s ignorant divining mind,<\/p>\n

His
\ngenius born from an inconscient soil.<\/p>\n

To
\ncopy on earth’s copies is his art.<\/p>\n

For
\nwhen he strives for things surpassing earth,<\/p>\n

Too
\nrude the workman’s tools, too crude his stuff,<\/p>\n

And
\nhardly with his heart’s blood he achieves<\/p>\n

His
\ntransient house of the divine Idea,<\/p>\n

His
\nfigure of a Time-inn for the Unborn.<\/p>\n

Our
\nbeing thrills with high far memories<\/p>\n

And
\nwould bring down their dateless meanings here,<\/p>\n

But,
\ntoo divine for earthly Nature’s scheme,<\/p>\n

Beyond
\nour reach the eternal marvels blaze.<\/p>\n

Absolute
\nthey dwell, unborn, immutable,<\/p>\n

Immaculate
\nin the Spirit’s deathless air,<\/p>\n

Immortal
\nin a world of motionless Time<\/p>\n

And
\nan unchanging muse of deep self-space. <\/p>\n

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Only
\nwhen we have climbed above ourselves,<\/p>\n

A
\nline of the Transcendent meets our road<\/p>\n

And
\njoins us to the timeless and the true;<\/p>\n

It
\nbrings to us the inevitable word,<\/p>\n

The
\ngodlike act, the thoughts that never die.<\/p>\n

A
\nripple of light and glory wraps the brain,<\/p>\n

And
\ntravelling down the moment’s vanishing route<\/p>\n

The
\nfigures of eternity arrive.<\/p>\n

As
\nthe mind’s visitors or the heart’s guests<\/p>\n

They
\nespouse our mortal brevity awhile,<\/p>\n

Or
\nseldom in some rare delivering glimpse<\/p>\n

Are
\ncaught by our vision’s delicate surmise.<\/p>\n

Although
\nbeginnings only and first attempts,<\/p>\n

These
\nglimmerings point to the secret of our birth<\/p>\n

And
\nthe hidden miracle of our destiny.<\/p>\n

What
\nwe are there and here on earth shall be<\/p>\n

Is
\nimaged in a contact and a call.<\/p>\n

As
\nyet earth’s imperfection is our sphere,<\/p>\n

Our
\nnature’s glass shows not our real self;<\/p>\n

That
\ngreatness still abides held back within.<\/p>\n

Earth’s
\ndoubting future hides our heritage:<\/p>\n

The
\nLight now distant shall grow native here,<\/p>\n

The
\nStrength that visits us our comrade power;<\/p>\n

The
\nIneffable shall find a secret voice,<\/p>\n

The
\nImperishable burn through Matter’s screen<\/p>\n

Making
\nthis mortal body godhead’s robe.<\/p>\n

The
\nSpirit’s greatness is our timeless source<\/p>\n

And
\nit shall be our crown in endless Time.<\/p>\n

A
\nvast Unknown is round us and within;<\/p>\n

All
\nthings are wrapped in the dynamic One:<\/p>\n

A
\nsubtle link of union joins all life.<\/p>\n

Thus
\nall creation is a single chain:<\/p>\n

We
\nare not left alone in a closed scheme<\/p>\n

Between
\na driving of inconscient Force<\/p>\n

And
\nan incommunicable Absolute.<\/p>\n

Our
\nlife is a spur in a sublime soul-range, <\/p>\n

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Our
\nbeing looks beyond its walls of mind<\/p>\n

And
\nit communicates with greater worlds;<\/p>\n

There
\nare brighter earths and wider heavens than ours.<\/p>\n

There
\nare realms where Being broods in its own depths;<\/p>\n

It
\nfeels in its immense dynamic core<\/p>\n

Its
\nnameless, unformed, unborn potencies<\/p>\n

Cry
\nfor expression in the unshaped Vast:<\/p>\n

Ineffable
\nbeyond Ignorance and death,<\/p>\n

The
\nimages of its ever-living Truth<\/p>\n

Look
\nout from a chamber of its self-rapt soul:<\/p>\n

As
\nif to its own inner witness gaze<\/p>\n

The
\nSpirit holds up its mirrored self and works,<\/p>\n

The
\npower and passion of its timeless heart,<\/p>\n

The
\nfigures of its formless ecstasy,<\/p>\n

The
\ngrandeurs of its multitudinous might.<\/p>\n

Thence
\ncomes the mystic substance of our souls<\/p>\n

Into
\nthe prodigy of our nature’s birth,<\/p>\n

There
\nis the unfallen height of all we are<\/p>\n

And
\ndateless fount of all we hope to be.<\/p>\n

On
\nevery plane the hieratic Power,<\/p>\n

Initiate
\nof the unspoken verities,<\/p>\n

Dreams
\nto transcribe and make a part of life<\/p>\n

In
\nits own native style and living tongue<\/p>\n

Some
\ntrait of the perfection of the Unborn,<\/p>\n

Some
\nvision seen in the omniscient Light,<\/p>\n

Some
\nfar tune of the immortal rhapsodist Voice,<\/p>\n

Some
\nrapture of the all-creating Bliss,<\/p>\n

Some
\nform and plan of the Beauty unutterable.<\/p>\n

Worlds
\nare there nearer to those absolute realms,<\/p>\n

Where
\nthe response to Truth is swift and sure<\/p>\n

And
\nspirit is not hampered by its frame<\/p>\n

And
\nhearts by sharp division seized and rent<\/p>\n

And
\ndelight and beauty are inhabitants<\/p>\n

And
\nlove and sweetness are the law of life.<\/p>\n

A
\nfiner substance in a subtler mould<\/p>\n

Embodies
\nthe divinity earth but dreams; <\/p>\n

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Its
\nstrength can overtake joy’s running feet;<\/p>\n

Overleaping
\nthe fixed hurdles set by Time,<\/p>\n

The
\nrapid net of an intuitive clasp<\/p>\n

Captures
\nthe fugitive happiness we desire.<\/p>\n

A
\nNature lifted by a larger breath,<\/p>\n

Plastic
\nand passive to the all-shaping Fire,<\/p>\n

Answers
\nthe flaming Godhead’s casual touch:<\/p>\n

Immune
\nfrom our inertia of response<\/p>\n

It
\nhears the word to which our hearts are deaf,<\/p>\n

Adopts
\nthe seeing of immortal eyes<\/p>\n

And,
\ntraveller on the roads of line and hue,<\/p>\n

Pursues
\nthe spirit of beauty to its home.<\/p>\n

Thus
\nwe draw near to the All-Wonderful<\/p>\n

Following
\nhis rapture in things as sign and guide;<\/p>\n

Beauty
\nis his footprint showing us where he has passed,<\/p>\n

Love
\nis his heart beat’s rhythm in mortal breasts,<\/p>\n

Happiness
\nthe smile on his adorable face.<\/p>\n

A
\ncommunion of spiritual entities,<\/p>\n

A
\ngenius of creative Immanence,<\/p>\n

Makes
\nall creation deeply intimate:<\/p>\n

A
\nfourth dimension of aesthetic sense<\/p>\n

Where
\nall is in ourselves, ourselves in all,<\/p>\n

To
\nthe cosmic wideness re-aligns our souls.<\/p>\n

A
\nkindling rapture joins the seer and seen;<\/p>\n

The
\ncraftsman and the craft grown inly one<\/p>\n

Achieve
\nperfection by the magic throb<\/p>\n

And
\npassion of their close identity.<\/p>\n

All
\nthat we slowly piece from gathered parts,<\/p>\n

Or
\nby long labour stumblingly evolve,<\/p>\n

Is
\nthere self-born by its eternal right.<\/p>\n

In
\nus too the intuitive Fire can burn;<\/p>\n

An
\nagent Light, it is coiled in our folded hearts,<\/p>\n

On
\nthe celestial levels is its home:<\/p>\n

Descending,
\nit can bring those heavens here.<\/p>\n

But
\nrarely burns the flame nor burns for long,<\/p>\n

The
\njoy it calls from those diviner heights <\/p>\n

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Brings
\nbrief magnificent reminiscences<\/p>\n

And
\nhigh splendid glimpses of interpreting thought,<\/p>\n

But
\nnot the utter vision and delight.<\/p>\n

A
\nveil is kept, something is still held back,<\/p>\n

Lest,
\ncaptives of the beauty and the joy,<\/p>\n

Our
\nsouls forget to the Highest to aspire.<\/p>\n

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In that
\nfair subtle realm behind our own<\/p>\n

The
\nform is all, and physical gods are kings.<\/p>\n

The
\ninspiring Light plays in fine boundaries;<\/p>\n

A
\nfaultless beauty comes by Nature’s grace;<\/p>\n

There
\nliberty is perfection’s guarantee:<\/p>\n

Although
\nthe absolute Image lacks, the Word<\/p>\n

Incarnate,
\nthe sheer spiritual ecstasy,<\/p>\n

All
\nis a miracle of symmetric charm,<\/p>\n

A
\nfantasy of perfect line and rule.<\/p>\n

There
\nall feel satisfied in themselves and whole,<\/p>\n

A
\nrich completeness is by limit made,<\/p>\n

Marvel
\nin an utter littleness abounds,<\/p>\n

An
\nintricate rapture riots in a small space:<\/p>\n

Each
\nrhythm is kin to its environment,<\/p>\n

Each
\nline is perfect and inevitable,<\/p>\n

Each
\nobject faultlessly built for charm and use.<\/p>\n

All
\nis enamoured of its own delight.<\/p>\n

Intact
\nit lives of its perfection sure<\/p>\n

In a
\nheaven-pleased self-glad immunity;<\/p>\n

Content
\nto be, it has need of nothing more.<\/p>\n

Here
\nwas not futile effort’s broken heart:<\/p>\n

Exempt
\nfrom the ordeal and the test,<\/p>\n

Empty
\nof opposition and of pain,<\/p>\n

It
\nwas a world that could not fear nor grieve.<\/p>\n

It
\nhad no grace of error or defeat,<\/p>\n

It
\nhad no room for fault, no power to fail.<\/p>\n

Out
\nof some packed self-bliss it drew at once<\/p>\n

Its
\nform-discoveries of the mute Idea<\/p>\n

And
\nthe miracle of its rhythmic thoughts and acts, <\/p>\n

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Its
\nclear technique of firm and rounded lives,<\/p>\n

Its
\ngracious people of inanimate shapes<\/p>\n

And
\nglory of breathing bodies like our own.<\/p>\n

Amazed,
\nhis senses ravished with delight,<\/p>\n

He
\nmoved in a divine, yet kindred world<\/p>\n

Admiring
\nmarvellous forms so near to ours<\/p>\n

Yet
\nperfect like the playthings of a god,<\/p>\n

Deathless
\nin the aspect of mortality.<\/p>\n

In
\ntheir narrow and exclusive absolutes<\/p>\n

The
\nfinite’s ranked supremacies throned abide;<\/p>\n

It
\ndreams not ever of what might have been;<\/p>\n

Only
\nin boundaries can this absolute live.<\/p>\n

In a
\nsupremeness bound to its own plan<\/p>\n

Where
\nall was finished and no widths were left,<\/p>\n

No
\nspace for shadows of the immeasurable,<\/p>\n

No
\nroom for the incalculable’s surprise,<\/p>\n

A
\ncaptive of its own beauty and ecstasy,<\/p>\n

In a
\nmagic circle wrought the enchanted Might.<\/p>\n

The
\nspirit stood back effaced behind its frame.<\/p>\n

Admired
\nfor the bright finality of its lines<\/p>\n

A
\nblue horizon limited the soul;<\/p>\n

Thought
\nmoved in luminous facilities,<\/p>\n

The
\nouter ideal’s shallows its swim-range:<\/p>\n

Life
\nin its boundaries lingered satisfied<\/p>\n

With
\nthe small happiness of the body’s acts.<\/p>\n

Assigned
\nas Force to a bound corner Mind,<\/p>\n

Attached
\nto the safe paucity of her room,<\/p>\n

She
\ndid her little works and played and slept<\/p>\n

And
\nthought not of a greater work undone.<\/p>\n

Forgetful
\nof her violent vast desires,<\/p>\n

Forgetful
\nof the heights to which she rose,<\/p>\n

Her
\nwalk was fixed within a radiant groove.<\/p>\n

The
\nbeautiful body of a soul at ease,<\/p>\n

Like
\none who laughs in sweet and sunlit groves,<\/p>\n

Childlike
\nshe swung in her gold cradle of joy.<\/p>\n

The
\nspaces’ call reached not her charmed abode, <\/p>\n

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She
\nhad no wings for wide and dangerous flight,<\/p>\n

She
\nfaced no peril of sky or of abyss,<\/p>\n

She
\nknew no vistas and no mighty dreams,<\/p>\n

No
\nyearning for her lost infinitudes.<\/p>\n

A
\nperfect picture in a perfect frame,<\/p>\n

This
\nfaery artistry could not keep his will:<\/p>\n

Only
\na moment’s fine release it gave;<\/p>\n

A
\ncareless hour was spent in a slight bliss.<\/p>\n

Our
\nspirit tires of being’s surfaces,<\/p>\n

Transcended
\nis the splendour of the form;<\/p>\n

It
\nturns to hidden powers and deeper states.<\/p>\n

So
\nnow he looked beyond for greater light.<\/p>\n

His
\nsoul’s peak-climb abandoning in its rear<\/p>\n

This
\nbrilliant courtyard of the House of Days,<\/p>\n

He
\nleft that fine material Paradise.<\/p>\n

His
\ndestiny lay beyond in larger Space.<\/p>\n

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End of Canto Two <\/p>\n

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