For more than once when I

Sat all alone, revolving in myself

The word that is the symbol of myself,

The mortal limit of the Self was loosed,

And passed into the Nameless, as a cloud

Melts into Heaven. I touched my limbs - the limbs

Were strange, not mine - and yet no shade of doubt,

But utter clearness and thro' loss of Self

The gain of such large life as matched with ours

Were Sun to spark - unshadowable in words,

Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world.

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