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And heard afar the voices of the Gods. Iconoclast and shatterer of Time's forts, Overleaping limit and exceeding norm, It lit the thoughts that glow through the centuries And moved to acts of superhuman force. As far as its self-winged air-planes could fly, Visiting the future in great brilliant raids It reconnoitred vistas of dream-fate. Apt to conceive, unable to attain, It drew its concept-maps and vision-plans Too large for the architecture of mortal Space. Beyond in wideness where no footing is, An imagist of bodiless Ideas, Impassive to the cry of life and sense, A pure Thought-Mind surveyed the cosmic act. Archangel of a white transcending realm, It saw the world from solitary heights Luminous in a remote and empty air. End of Canto Ten 
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