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A marvellous form responded to her gaze Whose sweetness justified life's blindest pain; All Nature's struggle was its easy price, The universe and its agony seemed worth while.

He has made into a thick and narrowing hedge Defending his small life from the Invisible; His being's kinship to infinity He has shut away from him into inmost self, Fenced off the greatnesses of hidden God.

We seem to live in a fiction of our thoughts Pieced from sensation's fanciful traveller's tale, Or caught on the film of the recording brain, A figment or circumstance in cosmic sleep.

A mystic passion from the wells of God Flows through the guarded spaces of the soul; A force that helps supports the suffering earth, An unseen nearness and a hidden joy.

And when that greater Self comes sea-like down To fill this image of our transience, All shall be captured by delight, transformed

The Children of the unembodied Gleam Arisen from a formless thought in the soul And chased by an imperishable desire, Traversed the field of the pursuing gaze.

She stands on a shore in the Illimitable, Perceives the formless Dweller in all forms And feels around her infinity's embrace.

It is near to heavenlier heavens than earth's eyes see, A direr darkness than man's life can bear: It has kinship with the demon and the god.

She finds again the Presence in the form And in the light that wakes with him recovers A meaning in the hurry and trudge of Time, And through this mind that once obscured the soul Passes a glint of unseen deity.

Whether for Heaven or Hell they must wage war: Warriors of Good, they serve a shining cause Or are Evil's soldiers in the pay of Sin.

There Matter is soul's result and not its cause. In a contrary balance to earth's truth of things The gross weighs less, the subtle counts for more; On inner values hangs the outer plan.

Life stared at him with vague confused outlines Offering a picture the eyes could not keep, A story that was yet not written there.

Even grief has joy hidden beneath its roots: For nothing is truly vain the One has made: In our defeated hearts God's strength survives And victory's star still lights our desperate road; Our death is made a passage to new worlds.

There is no end of seeking and of birth, There is no end of dying and return; The life that wins its aim asks greater aims, The life that fails and dies must live again; Till it has found itself it cannot cease.

A hidden Puissance conscious of its force, A vague and lurking Presence everywhere, A contrary Doom that threatens all things made, A Death figuring as the dark seed of life, Seemed to engender and to slay the world.

A charm and sweetness sudden and formidable, Faces that raised alluring lips and eyes Approached him armed with beauty like a snare, But hid a fatal meaning in each line And could in a moment dangerously change.

A capital was there without a State: It had no ruler, only groups that strove. He saw a city of ancient Ignorance Founded upon a soil that knew not Light.

A new aesthesis of Inferno's art That trained the mind to love what the soul hates, Imposed allegiance on the quivering nerves And forced the unwilling body to vibrate.