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A part, immutable, unseen |
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Being, before itself had been |
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Became. Like dew a triple queen |
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Shone as the void uncovered: |
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The silence of deep height was drawn |
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A veil across the silver dawn |
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On holy wings that hovered |
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The music of three thoughts became |
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The beauty, that is one white flame |
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The justice that surpasses shame |
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The victory, the splendour |
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The sacred fountain that is whirled |
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From depths beyond that older world |
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A new world to engender |
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The kingdom is extended. Night |
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Dwells, and I contemplate the sight |
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That is not seeing, but the light |
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That secretly is kindled |
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Though oft-time its most holy fire |
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Lacks oil, whene'er my own Desire |
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Before desire has dwindled |
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I see the thin web binding me |
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With thirteen cords of unity |
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Toward the calm centre of the sea |
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(O thou supernal mother!) |
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The triple light my path divides |
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To twain and fifty sudden sides |
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Each perfect as each other |
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Now backwards, inwards still my mind |
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Must track the intangible and blind |
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And seeking, shall securely find |
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Hidden in secret places |
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Fresh feasts for every soul that strives |
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New life for many mystic lives |
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And strange new forms and faces |
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My mind still searches, and attains |
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By many days and many pains |
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To That which Is and Was and reigns |
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Shadowed in four and ten; |
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And loses self in sacred lands |
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And cries and quickens, and understands |
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Beyond the first Amen |
