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THE ANCIENT SAGE.
And past into the Nameless, as a cloud
Melts into Heaven. I touch'd my limbs, the limbs
Were strange not mine—and yet no shade of doubt,
But utter clearness, and thro' loss of Self
The gain of such large life as match'd with ours
Were Sun to spark—unshadowable in words,
Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world.
Melts into Heaven. I touch'd my limbs, the limbs
Were strange not mine—and yet no shade of doubt,
But utter clearness, and thro' loss of Self
The gain of such large life as match'd with ours
Were Sun to spark—unshadowable in words,
Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world.
"And idle gleams will come and go,
But still the clouds remain;"
But still the clouds remain;"
The clouds themselves are children of the Sun.
"And Night and Shadow rule below
When only Day should reign."
When only Day should reign."
And Day and Night are children of the Sun,
And idle gleams to thee are light to me.
And idle gleams to thee are light to me.
