The soul that in it shone.

Where one had been, in mute dismay

Two, merged in mystery, went away—

I and that other One ...

With vision blurred, and bearings lost,

Streamed on amid a phantom host

The man that was a ghost ...

Apart from human years I stood

A naked, probing mind.

Aloof I heard the beating blood,

The far-brought voices of the blood,

Flow round me like a wind;

In an abysmal solitude

I staggered like one blind.—

In wastes uncharted, far from bliss,

I heard a writhing chaos hiss;

And thought, that moved in time no more,

Wept on some wild, pre-natal shore.—

Appalled, the boundless vision burst

Through yawning gulfs of gloom;

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