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IV

I delved in each forgotten mind,

The units that had builded me,

Whose deepnesses before were blind

And formless as infinity—

Knowing again each former world—

From planet unto planet whirled

Through gulfs that mightily divide

Like to an intervital sleep.

One world I found, where souls abide

Like winds that rest upon a rose;

Thereto they creep

To loose all burden of old woes.

And one I knew, where warp of pain

Is woven in the soul's attire;

And one, where with new loveliness

Is strengthened Beauty's olden chain—

Soft as a sound, and keen as fire—

In light no darkness may depress.