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A COVERT answer to his seeking came. |
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(S 2) |
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In a far shimmering background of Mind-Space |
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A glowing mouth was seen, a luminous shaft; |
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A recluse gate it seemed, musing on joy, |
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A veiled retreat and escape to mystery. |
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(S 3) |
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Away from the unsatisfied surface world |
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It fled into the bosom of the unknown, |
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A well, a tunnel of the depths of God. |
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(S 4) |
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It plunged as if a mystic groove of hope |
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Through many layers of formless voiceless self |
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To reach the last profound of the world’s heart, |
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And from that heart there surged a wordless call |
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Pleading with some still impenetrable Mind, |
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Voicing some passionate unseen desire. |
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(S 5) |
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As if a beckoning finger of secrecy |
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Outstretched into a crystal mood of air, |
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Pointing at him from some near hidden depth, |
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As if a message from the world’s deep soul, |
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An intimation of a lurking joy |
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That flowed out from a cup of brooding bliss, |
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There shimmered stealing out into the Mind |
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A mute and quivering ecstasy of light, |
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A passion and delicacy of roseate fire. |
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(S 6) |
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As one drawn to his lost spiritual home |
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Feels now the closeness of a waiting love, |
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Into a passage dim and tremulous |
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That clasped him in from day and night’s pursuit, |
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He travelled led by a mysterious sound. |
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(S 7) |
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A murmur multitudinous and lone, |
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All sounds it was in turn, yet still the same. |
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(S 8) |
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A hidden call to unforeseen delight |
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In the summoning voice of one long-known, well-loved, |
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But nameless to the unremembering mind, |
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It led to rapture back the truant heart. |
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(S 9) |
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The immortal cry ravished the captive ear. |
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(S 10) |
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Then, lowering its imperious mystery, |
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It sank to a whisper circling round the soul. |
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(S 11) |
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It seemed the yearning of a lonely flute |
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That roamed along the shores of memory |
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And filled the eyes with tears of longing joy. |
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(S 12) |
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A cricket’s rash and fiery single note, |
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It marked with shrill melody night’s moonless hush |
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And beat upon a nerve of mystic sleep |
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Its high insistent magical reveille. |
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(S 13) |
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A jingling silver laugh of anklet bells |
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Travelled the roads of a solitary heart; |
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Its dance solaced an eternal loneliness: |
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An old forgotten sweetness sobbing came. |
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(S 14) |
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Or from a far harmonious distance heard |
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The tinkling pace of a long caravan |
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It seemed at times, or a vast forest’s hymn, |
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The solemn reminder of a temple gong, |
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A bee-croon honey-drunk in summer isles |
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Ardent with ecstasy in a slumbrous noon, |
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Or the far anthem of a pilgrim sea. |
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(S 15) |
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An incense floated in the quivering air, |
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A mystic happiness trembled in the breast |
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As if the invisible Beloved had come |
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Assuming the sudden loveliness of a face |
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And close glad hands could seize his fugitive feet |
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And the world change with the beauty of a smile. |
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(S 16) |
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Into a wonderful bodiless realm he came, |
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The home of a passion without name or voice, |
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A depth he felt answering to every height, |
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A nook was found that could embrace all worlds, |
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A point that was the conscious knot of Space, |
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An hour eternal in the heart of Time. |
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(S 17) |
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The silent Soul of all the world was there: |
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A Being lived, a Presence and a Power, |
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A single Person who was himself and all |
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And cherished Nature’s sweet and dangerous throbs |
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Transfigured into beats divine and pure. |
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One who could love without return for love, |
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Meeting and turning to the best the worst, |
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It healed the bitter cruelties of earth, |
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Transforming all experience to delight; |
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Intervening in the sorrowful paths of birth |
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It rocked the cradle of the cosmic Child |
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And stilled all weeping with its hand of joy; |
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It led things evil towards their secret good, |
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It turned racked falsehood into happy truth; |
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Its power was to reveal divinity. |
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(S 19) |
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Infinite, coeval with the mind of God, |
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It bore within itself a seed, a flame, |
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A seed from which the Eternal is new-born, |
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A flame that cancels death in mortal things. |
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(S 20) |
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All grew to all kindred and self and near; |
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The intimacy of God was everywhere, |
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No veil was felt, no brute barrier inert, |
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Distance could not divide, Time could not change. |
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(S 21) |
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A fire of passion burned in spirit-depths, |
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A constant touch of sweetness linked all hearts, |
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The throb of one adoration’s single bliss |
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In a rapt ether of undying love. |
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(S 22) |
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An inner happiness abode in all, |
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A sense of universal harmonies, |
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A measureless secure eternity |
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Of truth and beauty and good and joy made one. |
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Here was the welling core of finite life; |
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A formless spirit became the soul of form. |
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