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| ONE thing in all things have I seen: | |
| One thought has haunted earth and air: | |
| Clangour and silence both have been | |
| Its palace chambers. Everywhere | |
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| I saw the mystic vision flow | 5 |
| And live in men and woods and streams, | |
| Until I could no longer know | |
| The dream of life from my own dreams. | |
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| Sometimes it rose like fire in me | |
| Within the depths of my own mind, | 10 |
| And spreading to infinity, | |
| It took the voices of the wind: | |
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| It scrawled the human mystery— | |
| Dim heraldry—on light and air; | |
| Wavering along the starry sea | 15 |
| I saw the flying vision there. | |
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| Each fire that in God’s temple lit | |
| Burns fierce before the inner shrine, | |
| Dimmed as my fire grew near to it | |
| And darkened at the light of mine. | 20 |
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| At last, at last, the meaning caught— | |
| The spirit wears its diadem; | |
| It shakes its wondrous plumes of thought | |
| And trails the stars along with them. | |
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