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Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day,/ When clouds are one cloud till the horizon./ Our thinking senses deem the sun away/ And say �'tis sunless� and �there is no sun�;/ And yet the very day they w...
My Soul is a Stiff Pageant (15)
My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,/ Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older,/ Found in some tomb whose rite no guess can scan,/ Where all things else to coloured dust did moulder./ Whate'er its se...
The Untouching Memory of Touch (16)
Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing./ Its careful touch, deciphering forms from shapes,/ Still suggests form as aught whose proper being/ Mere finding touch with erring darkness ...
Feeling Remember (17)
When in the widening circle of rebirth/ To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,/ And try again the unremembered earth/ With the old sadness for the immortal home,/ Shall I revisit these same dif...
Beauty and Love Let no one Separate (18)
Beauty and love let no one separate,/ Whom exact Nature did to each ocher fit,/ Giving to Beauty love as finishing fate/ And to Love beauty as true colour of it./ Let he but friend be who the soul fi...
The Thinker Emptily Wise (19)
Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,/ In one black mystery two void mysteries blends;/ The stray stars, whose innumerable light/ Repeats one mystery till conjecture ends;/ The stream of ti...
Truer is Love than either Lover (20)
My love, and not I, is the egoist./ My love for thee loves itself more than thee;/ Ay, more than me, in whom it doth exist,/ And makes me live that it may feed on me./ In the country of bridges the b...
It Must Have Been Joy (21)
We never joy enjoy to that full point/ Regret doth wish joy had enjoy�d been,/ Nor have the strength regret to disappoint/ Recalling not past joy's thought, but its mien./ Yet joy was joy when it enj...
I Look with Inner Eyes Afraid to Look (22)
Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling/ From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,/ Who with feared longing half would know, dissembling/ With what he'd wish proved what he fears soon pro...
A Nightly Thought of Day (23)
We are born at sunset and we die ere morn,/ And the whole darkness of the world we know,/ How can we guess its truth, to darkness born,/ The obscure consequence of absent glow?/ Only the stars do tea...
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