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  Can it be, O star transcendent,

  That I fold thee to my breast?

  Now I know, what depths of anguish

  May in parting be expressed.

  Yes, 'tis thou, of all my blisses

  Lovely, loving partner—thou!

  Mindful of my bygone sorrows,

  E'en the present awes me now.

  When the world in first conception

  Lay in God's eternal mind,

  In creative power delighting

  He the primal hour designed.

  When he gave command for being,

  Then was heard a mighty sigh

  Full of pain, as all creation

  Broke into reality.

  Up then sprang the light; and darkness

  Doubtful stood apart to gaze;

  All the elements, dividing

  Swiftly, took their several ways.

  In confused, disordered dreaming

  Strove they all for freedom's range—

  Each for self, no fellow-feeling;

  Single each, and cold and strange.

  Lo, a marvel—God was lonely!

  All was still and cold and dumb.

  So he framed dawn's rosy blushes

  Whence should consolation come—

  To refresh the troubled spirit

  Harmonies of color sweet:

  What had erst been forced asunder

  Now at last could love and meet.

  Then, ah then, of life unbounded

  Sight and feeling passed the gates;

  Then, ah then, with eager striving

  Kindred atoms sought their mates.

  Gently, roughly they may seize them,

  So they catch and hold them fast:

  "We," they cry, "are now creators—

  Allah now may rest at last!"

  So with rosy wings of morning

  Towards thy lips my being moves;

  Sets the starry night a thousand

  Glowing seals upon our loves.

  We are as we should be—parted

  Ne'er on earth in joy or pain;

  And no second word creative

  E'er can sunder us again!