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One glance could separate the true and false, Or raise its rapid torch-fire in the dark To check the claimants crowding through mind's gates Covered by the forged signatures of the gods, Detect the magic bride in her disguise Or scan the apparent face of thought and life. Oft inspiration with her lightning feet, A sudden messenger from the all-seeing tops, Traversed the soundless corridors of his mind Bringing her rhythmic sense of hidden things. A music spoke transcending mortal speech. As if from a golden phial of the All-Bliss, A joy of light, a joy of sudden sight, A rapture of the thrilled undying Word Poured into his heart as into an empty cup, A repetition of God's first delight Creating in a young and virgin Time. In a brief moment caught, a little space, All-Knowledge packed into great wordless thoughts Lodged in the expectant stillness of his depths A crystal of the ultimate Absolute, A portion of the inexpressible Truth Revealed by silence to the silent soul. The intense creatrix in his stillness wrought; Her power fallen speechless grew more intimate; She looked upon the seen and the unforeseen, Unguessed domains she made her native field. All-vision gathered into a single ray, As when the eyes stare at an invisible point Till through the intensity of one luminous spot An apocalypse of a world of images Enters into the kingdom of the seer. A great nude arm of splendour suddenly rose; It rent the gauze opaque of Nescience: Her lifted finger's keen unthinkable tip 
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