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What vasts the dream went out to find!

I seemed beyond the world's recall

In gulfs where darkness is a wall

To render strong Antares blind!

In unimagined spheres I found

The sequence of my being's round—

Some life where firstling meed of Song,

The strange imperishable leaf,

Was placed on brows that starry Grief

Had crowned, and Pain anointed long;

Some avatar where Love

Sang like the last great star at morn

Ere Death filled all its sky;

Some life in fresher years unworn

Upon a world whereof

Peace was a robe like to the calms that lie

On pools aglow with latter spring:

There Life's pellucid surface took

Clear image of all things, nor shook

Till touch of Death's obscuring wing;

Some earlier awakening

In pristine years, when giant strife

Of forces darkly whirled

First forged the thing called Life—

Hot from the furnace of the suns—

Upon the anvil of a world.