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Canto 2

The Kingdom of Subtle Matter

Earth-Nature’s Origins

A world of lovelier forms lies near to ours,

Where, undisguised by earth’s deforming sight,

All shapes are beautiful and all things true.

In that lucent ambience mystically clear

The eyes were doors to a celestial sense,

Hearing was music and the touch a charm,

And the heart drew a deeper breath of power.

There dwell earth-nature’s shining origins:

The perfect plans on which she moulds her works,

The distant outcomes of her travailing force,

Repose in a framework of established fate....

And lulled by whispers of that lucid air

Take dream-hued rest like birds on timeless trees

Before they dive to float on earth-time’s sea.

All that here seems has lovelier semblance there.

Whatever our hearts conceive, our heads create,

Some high original beauty forfeiting,

Thence exiled here consents to an earthly tinge.

Whatever is here of visible charm and grace

Finds there its faultless and immortal lines;

All that is beautiful here is there divine.

II.2.12-67

Our Lives and Divine Intimations

A mighty kinship is this daring’s cause.

All we attempt in this imperfect world,

Looks forward or looks back beyond Time’s gloss

To its pure idea and firm inviolate type

In an absolute creation’s flawless skill.

To seize the absolute in shapes that pass,

To fix the eternal’s touch in time-made things,

This is the law of all perfection here.

A fragment here is caught of heaven’s design;

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Earth’s Forms and Man’s Art

A radiance of a golden artifice,

A masterpiece of inspired device and rule,

Her forms hide what they house and only mime

The unseized miracle of self-born shapes

That live for ever in the Eternal’s gaze.

Here in a difficult half-finished world

Is a slow toiling of unconscious Powers;

Here is man’s ignorant divining mind,

His genius born from an inconscient soil.

To copy on earth’s copies is his art.

II.2.223-32

The Finite Perfection and the Immeasurable

Here was not futile effort’s broken heart:

Exempt from the ordeal and the test,

Empty of opposition and of pain,

It was a world that could not fear nor grieve.

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