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What super-earthly ecstasy! at night,

To lie in darkness on the dewy height,

Embracing heaven and earth in rapture high,

The soul dilating to a deity;

With prescient yearnings pierce the core of earth,

Feel in your laboring breast the six-days' birth,

Enjoy, in proud delight what no one knows,

While your love-rapture o'er creation flows—

The earthly lost in beatific vision,

And then the lofty intuition—

(with a gesture)

I need not tell you how—to close!