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Acquittance she must win from her past's bond, An old account of suffering exhaust, Strike out from Time the soul's long compound debt And the heavy servitudes of the Karmic Gods, The slow revenge of unforgiving Law And the deep need of universal pain And hard sacrifice and tragic consequence. Out of a timeless barrier she must break, Penetrate with her thinking depths the Void's monstrous hush, Look into the lonely eyes of immortal Death And with her nude spirit measure the Infinite's night. The great and dolorous moment now was close. A mailed battalion marching to its doom, The last long days went by with heavy tramp, Long but too soon to pass, too near the end. Alone amid the many faces loved, Aware among unknowing happy hearts, Her armoured spirit kept watch upon the hours Listening for a foreseen tremendous step In the closed beauty of the inhuman wilds. A combatant in silent dreadful lists, The world unknowing, for the world she stood: No helper had she save the Strength within; There was no witness of terrestrial eyes; The Gods above and Nature sole below Were the spectators of that mighty strife. Around her were the austere sky-pointing hills, And the green murmurous broad deep-thoughted woods Muttered incessantly their muffled spell. A dense magnificent coloured self-wrapped life Draped in the leaves' vivid emerald monotone And set with chequered sunbeams and blithe flowers Immured her destiny's secluded scene. There had she grown to the stature of her spirit: The genius of titanic silences Steeping her soul in its wide loneliness 
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