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In that fair subtle realm behind our own |
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The form is all, and physical gods are kings. |
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(S 2) |
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The inspiring Light plays in fine boundaries; |
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A faultless beauty comes by Nature’s grace; |
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There liberty is perfection’s guarantee: |
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365 |
Although the absolute Image lacks, the Word |
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Incarnate, the sheer spiritual ecstasy, |
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All is a miracle of symmetric charm, |
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A fantasy of perfect line and rule. |
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(S 3) |
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There all feel satisfied in themselves and whole, |
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370 |
A rich completeness is by limit made, |
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Marvel in an utter littleness abounds, |
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An intricate rapture riots in a small space: |
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Each rhythm is kin to its environment, |
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Each line is perfect and inevitable, |
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375 |
Each object faultlessly built for charm and use. |
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(S 4) |
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All is enamoured of its own delight. |
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(S 5) |
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Intact it lives of its perfection sure |
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In a heaven-pleased self-glad immunity; |
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Content to be, it has need of nothing more. |
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(S 6) |
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380 |
Here was not futile effort’s broken heart: |
EoS |
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Exempt from the ordeal and the test, |
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Empty of opposition and of pain, |
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It was a world that could not fear nor grieve. |
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(S 7) |
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It had no grace of error or defeat, |
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385 |
It had no room for fault, no power to fail. |
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(S 8) |
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Out of some packed self-bliss it drew at once |
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Its form-discoveries of the mute Idea |
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And the miracle of its rhythmic thoughts and acts, |
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Its clear technique of firm and rounded lives, |
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Its gracious people of inanimate shapes |
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And glory of breathing bodies like our own. |
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(S 9) |
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Amazed, his senses ravished with delight, |
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He moved in a divine, yet kindred world |
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Admiring marvellous forms so near to ours |
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Yet perfect like the playthings of a god, |
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Deathless in the aspect of mortality. |
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(S 10) |
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In their narrow and exclusive absolutes |
EoS |
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The finite’s ranked supremacies throned abide; |
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It dreams not ever of what might have been; |
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Only in boundaries can this absolute live. |
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(S 11) |
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In a supremeness bound to its own plan |
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Where all was finished and no widths were left, |
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No space for shadows of the immeasurable, |
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No room for the incalculable’s surprise, |
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405 |
A captive of its own beauty and ecstasy, |
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In a magic circle wrought the enchanted Might. |
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(S 12) |
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The spirit stood back effaced behind its frame. |
EoS |
(S 13) |
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Admired for the bright finality of its lines |
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A blue horizon limited the soul; |
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Thought moved in luminous facilities, |
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The outer ideal’s shallows its swim-range: |
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Life in its boundaries lingered satisfied |
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With the small happiness of the body’s acts. |
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(S 14) |
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Assigned as Force to a bound corner-Mind, |
EoS |
415 |
Attached to the safe paucity of her room, |
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She did her little works and played and slept |
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And thought not of a greater work undone. |
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(S 15) |
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Forgetful of her violent vast desires, |
EoS |
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Forgetful of the heights to which she rose, |
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420 |
Her walk was fixed within a radiant groove. |
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(S 16) |
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The beautiful body of a soul at ease, |
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Like one who laughs in sweet and sunlit groves, |
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Childlike she swung in her gold cradle of joy. |
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(S 17) |
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The spaces’ call reached not her charmed abode, |
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425 |
She had no wings for wide and dangerous flight, |
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She faced no peril of sky or of abyss, |
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She knew no vistas and no mighty dreams, |
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No yearning for her lost infinitudes. |
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(S 18) |
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A perfect picture in a perfect frame, |
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430 |
This faery artistry could not keep his will: |
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Only a moment’s fine release it gave; |
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A careless hour was spent in a slight bliss. |
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(S 19) |
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Our spirit tires of being’s surfaces, |
EoS |
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Transcended is the splendour of the form; |
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435 |
It turns to hidden powers and deeper states. |
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(S 20) |
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So now he looked beyond for greater light. |
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(S 21) |
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His soul’s peak-climb abandoning in its rear |
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This brilliant courtyard of the House of Days, |
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He left that fine material Paradise. |
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(S 22) |
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His destiny lay beyond in larger Space. |
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