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In silent bounds bordering the mortal's plane Crossing a wide expanse of brilliant peace Narad the heavenly sage from Paradise Came chanting through the large and lustrous air. Attracted by the golden summer-earth That lay beneath him like a glowing bowl Tilted upon a table of the Gods, Turning as if moved round by an unseen hand To catch the warmth and blaze of a small sun, He passed from the immortals' happy paths To a world of toil and quest and grief and hope, To these rooms of the see-saw game of death with life. Across an intangible border of soul-space He passed from Mind into material things Amid the inventions of the inconscient Self And the workings of a blind somnambulist Force. Below him circling burned the myriad suns: He bore the ripples of the etheric sea; A primal Air brought the first joy of touch; A secret Spirit drew its mighty breath Contracting and expanding this huge world In its formidable circuit through the Void; The secret might of the creative Fire Displayed its triple power to build and form, Its infinitesimal wave-sparks' weaving dance, Its nebulous units grounding shape and mass, Magic foundation and pattern of a world, Its radiance bursting into the light of stars; He felt a sap of life, a sap of death; Into solid Matter's dense communion Plunging and its obscure oneness of forms 
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