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A covert answer to his seeking came. In a far shimmering background of Mind-Space A glowing mouth was seen, a luminous shaft; A recluse gate it seemed, musing on joy, A veiled retreat and escape to mystery. Away from the unsatisfied surface world It fled into the bosom of the unknown, A well, a tunnel of the depths of God. It plunged as if a mystic groove of hope Through many layers of formless voiceless self To reach the last profound of the world's heart, And from that heart there surged a wordless call Pleading with some still impenetrable Mind, Voicing some passionate unseen desire. As if a beckoning finger of secrecy Outstretched into a crystal mood of air, Pointing at him from some near hidden depth, As if a message from the world's deep soul, An intimation of a lurking joy That flowed out from a cup of brooding bliss, There shimmered stealing out into the Mind A mute and quivering ecstasy of light, A passion and delicacy of roseate fire. As one drawn to his lost spiritual home Feels now the closeness of a waiting love, Into a passage dim and tremulous That clasped him in from day and night's pursuit, He travelled led by a mysterious sound. A murmur multitudinous and lone, All sounds it was in turn, yet still the same. A hidden call to unforeseen delight 
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