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“ An inner impulse rent the veil
“He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew."
I said, “ When first the world began,
“She gave him mind, the lordliest Proportion, and, above the rest, Dominion in the head and breast."
Thereto the silent voice replied ;
“ This truth within thy mind rehearse,
“ Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres ? "
· It spake, moreover, in my mind :
Then did my response clearer fall : “No compound of this earthly ball Is like another, all in all.”
To which he answer'd scoffingly;
“ Or will one beam be less intense,
I would have said, “ Thou canst not know."
Again the voice spake unto me : “ Thou art so steep'd in misery, Surely 'twere better not to be.
“ Thine anguish will not let thee sleep, Nor any train of reason keep : Thou canst not think, but thou wilt weep."
I said, “ The years with change advance :
“ Some turn this sickness yet might take, Ev'n yet.” But he : “ What drug can make A wither'd palsy cease to shake ?"
I wept, “ Tho' I should die, I know
“ And men, thro' novel spheres of thought Still moving after truth long sought, Will learn new things when I am not.”
“ Yet,” said the secret voice, “ some time, Sooner or later, will gray prime Make thy grass hoar with early rime.
56 Not less swift souls that yearn for light,
“ Not less the bee would range her cells, The furzy prickle fire the dells, The foxglove cluster dappled bells.”
I said that “ all the years invent;
“ Were this not well, to bide mine hour, Tho' watching from a ruin’d tower How grows the day of human power?”
“ The highest-mounted mind,” he said, “Still sees the sacred morning spread The silent summit overhead.
“ Will thirty seasons render plain Those lonely lights that still remain, Just breaking over land and main?