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Where no terrestrial dreams had trod

My vision entered undismayed,

And Life her hidden realms displayed

To me as to a curious god.

Where colored suns of systems triplicate

Bestow on planets weird, ineffable,

Green light that orbs them like an outer sea,

And large auroral noons that alternate

With skies like sunset held without abate,

Life's touch renewed incomprehensibly

The strains of mirth and grief's harmonious spell.

Dead passions like to stars relit

Shone in the gloom of ways forgot;

Where crownless gods in darkness sit

The day was full on altars hot.

I heard—once more a part of it—

The central music of the Pleiades,

And to Alcyone my soul

Swayed with the stars that own her song's control.

Unchallenged, glad I trod, a revenant

In worlds Edenic longly lost;

Or walked in spheres that sing to these,

O'er space no light has crossed,

Diverse as Hell's mad antiphone uptossed

To Heaven's angelic chant.

The Star-Treader, and other poems

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