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In the impalpable field of secret self, This little outer being's vast support Parted from vision by earth's solid fence, He came into a magic crystal air And found a life that lived not by the flesh, A light that made visible immaterial things. A fine degree in wonder's hierarchy, The kingdom of subtle Matter's faery craft Outlined against a sky of vivid hues, Leaping out of a splendour-trance and haze, The wizard revelation of its front. A world of lovelier forms lies near to ours, Where, undisguised by earth's deforming sight, All shapes are beautiful and all things true. In that lucent ambience mystically clear The eyes were doors to a celestial sense, Hearing was music and the touch a charm, And the heart drew a deeper breath of power. There dwell earth-nature's shining origins: The perfect plans on which she moulds her works, The distant outcomes of her travailing force, Repose in a framework of established fate. Attempted vainly now or won in vain, Already were mapped and scheduled there the time And figure of her future sovereignties In the sumptuous lineaments traced by desire. The golden issue of mind's labyrinth plots, The riches unfound or still uncaught by our lives, Unsullied by the attaint of mortal thought Abide in that pellucid atmosphere. Our vague beginnings are overtaken there, 
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