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A quivering trepidant uncertain world Born from that dolorous meeting and eclipse Appeared in the emptiness where her feet had trod, A quick obscurity, a seeking stir. There was a writhing of half-conscious force Hardly awakened from the Inconscient's sleep, Tied to an instinct-driven Ignorance, To find itself and find its hold on things. Inheritor of poverty and loss, Assailed by memories that fled when seized, Haunted by a forgotten uplifting hope, It strove with a blindness as of groping hands To fill the aching and disastrous gap Between earth-pain and the bliss from which Life fell. A world that ever seeks for something missed, Hunts for the joy that earth has failed to keep. Too near to our gates its unappeased unrest For peace to live on the inert solid globe: It has joined its hunger to the hunger of earth, It has given the law of craving to our lives, It has made our spirit's need a fathomless gulf. An Influence entered mortal night and day, A shadow overcast the time-born race; In the troubled stream where leaps a blind heart-pulse And the nerve-beat of feeling wakes in sense Dividing Matter's sleep from conscious Mind, There strayed a call that knew not why it came. A Power beyond earth's scope has touched the earth; The repose that might have been can be no more; A formless yearning passions in man's heart, A cry is in his blood for happier things: 
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