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A MIND absolved from life, made calm to know, |
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A heart divorced from the blindness and the pang, |
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The seal of tears, the bond of ignorance, |
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He turned to find that wide world-failure’s cause. |
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(S 2) |
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Away he looked from Nature’s visible face |
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And sent his gaze into the viewless Vast, |
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The formidable unknown Infinity, |
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Asleep behind the endless coil of things, |
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That carries the universe in its timeless breadths |
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And the ripples of its being are our lives. |
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(S 3) |
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The worlds are built by its unconscious Breath |
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And Matter and Mind are its figures or its powers, |
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Our waking thoughts the output of its dreams. |
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(S 4) |
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The veil was rent that covers Nature’s depths: |
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He saw the fount of the world’s lasting pain |
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And the mouth of the black pit of Ignorance; |
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The evil guarded at the roots of life |
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Raised up its head and looked into his eyes. |
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(S 5) |
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On a dim bank where dies subjective Space, |
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From a stark ridge overlooking all that is, |
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A tenebrous awakened Nescience, |
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Her wide blank eyes wondering at Time and Form, |
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Stared at the inventions of the living Void |
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And the Abyss whence our beginnings rose. |
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(S 6) |
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Behind appeared a grey carved mask of Night |
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Watching the birth of all created things. |
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(S 7) |
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A hidden Puissance conscious of its force, |
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A vague and lurking Presence everywhere, |
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A contrary Doom that threatens all things made, |
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A Death figuring as the dark seed of life, |
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Seemed to engender and to slay the world. |
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(S 8) |
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Then from the sombre mystery of the gulfs |
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And from the hollow bosom of the Mask |
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Something crept forth that seemed a shapeless Thought. |
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(S 9) |
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A fatal Influence upon creatures stole |
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Whose lethal touch pursued the immortal spirit, |
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On life was laid the haunting finger of death |
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And overcast with error, grief and pain |
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The soul’s native will for truth and joy and light. |
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(S 10) |
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A deformation coiled that claimed to be |
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The being’s very turn, Nature’s true drive. |
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(S 11) |
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A hostile and perverting Mind at work |
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In every corner ensconced of conscious life |
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Corrupted Truth with her own formulas; |
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Interceptor of the listening of the soul, |
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Afflicting knowledge with the hue of doubt |
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It captured the oracles of the occult gods, |
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Effaced the signposts of Life’s pilgrimage, |
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Cancelled the firm rock-edicts graved by Time, |
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And on the foundations of the cosmic Law |
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Erected its bronze pylons of misrule. |
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(S 12) |
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Even Light and Love by that cloaked danger’s spell |
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Turned from the brilliant nature of the gods |
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To fallen angels and misleading suns, |
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Became themselves a danger and a charm, |
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A perverse sweetness, heaven-born malefice: |
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Its power could deform divinest things. |
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(S 13) |
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A wind of sorrow breathed upon the world; |
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All thought with falsehood was besieged, all act |
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Stamped with defect or with frustration’s sign, |
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All high attempt with failure or vain success, |
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But none could know the reason of his fall. |
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(S 14) |
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The grey Mask whispered and, though no sound was heard, |
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Yet in the ignorant heart a seed was sown |
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That bore black fruit of suffering, death and bale. |
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(S 15) |
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Out of the chill steppes of a bleak Unseen |
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Invisible, wearing the Night’s grey mask, |
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Arrived the shadowy dreadful messengers, |
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Invaders from a dangerous world of power, |
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Ambassadors of evil’s absolute. |
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(S 16) |
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In silence the inaudible voices spoke, |
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Hands that none saw planted the fatal grain, |
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No form was seen, yet a dire work was done, |
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An iron decree in crooked uncials written |
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Imposed a law of sin and adverse fate. |
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Life looked at him with changed and sombre eyes: |
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Her beauty he saw and the yearning heart in things |
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That with a little happiness is content, |
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Answering to a small ray of truth or love; |
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He saw her gold sunlight and her far blue sky, |
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Her green of leaves and hue and scent of flowers |
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And the charm of children and the love of friends |
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And the beauty of women and kindly hearts of men, |
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But saw too the dreadful Powers that drive her moods |
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And the anguish she has strewn upon her ways, |
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Fate waiting on the unseen steps of men |
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And her evil and sorrow and last gift of death. |
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(S 18) |
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A breath of disillusion and decadence |
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Corrupting watched for Life’s maturity |
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And made to rot the full grain of the soul: |
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Progress became a purveyor of Death. |
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A world that clung to the law of a slain Light |
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Cherished the putrid corpses of dead truths, |
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Hailed twisted forms as things free, new and true, |
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Beauty from ugliness and evil drank |
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Feeling themselves guests at a banquet of the gods |
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And tasted corruption like a high-spiced food. |
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(S 20) |
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A darkness settled on the heavy air; |
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It hunted the bright smile from Nature’s lips |
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And slew the native confidence in her heart |
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And put fear’s crooked look into her eyes. |
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(S 21) |
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The lust that warps the spirit’s natural good |
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Replaced by a manufactured virtue and vice |
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The frank spontaneous impulse of the soul: |
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Afflicting Nature with the dual’s lie, |
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Their twin values whetted a forbidden zest, |
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Made evil a relief from spurious good, |
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The ego battened on righteousness and sin |
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And each became an instrument of Hell. |
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In rejected heaps by a monotonous road |
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The old simple delights were left to lie |
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On the wasteland of life’s descent to Night. |
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(S 23) |
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All glory of life was dimmed, tarnished with doubt; |
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All beauty ended in an aging face; |
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All power was dubbed a tyranny cursed by God |
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And Truth a fiction needed by the mind: |
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The chase of joy was now a tired hunt; |
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All knowledge was left a questioning Ignorance. |
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