Something that shall forevermore allure

Imagination on to mystic flights

Wherein alone no wing of Evil lights.

IV

Yea, wrap thy awful gulfs and acolytes

Of lifted granite round with reachless snows.

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Stand for Eternity while pilgrim rows

Of all the nations envy thy repose.

Ensheath thy swart sublimities, unscaled.

Be that alone on earth which has not failed.

Be that which never yet has yearned or ailed,

But since primeval Power upreared thy heights

Has stood above all deaths and all delights.

V

And tho thy loftier Brother shall be King,

High-priest be thou to Brahma unrevealed,

While thy white sanctity forever sealed

In icy silence leaves desire congealed.

In ghostly ministrations to the sun,

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