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To please some carelessness of divine peace, Answered the deep demand of an infinite sense And its need of forms to house its bodiless thrill. A march of universal powers in Time, The harmonic order of self's vastitudes In cyclic symmetries and metric planes Harboured a cosmic rapture's revelry, An endless figuring of the spirit in things Planned by the artist who has dreamed the worlds; Of all the beauty and the marvel here, Of all Time's intricate variety Eternity was the substance and the source; Not from a plastic mist of Matter made, They offered the suggestion of their depths And opened the great series of their powers. Arisen beneath a triple mystic heaven The seven immortal earths were seen, sublime: Homes of the blest released from death and sleep Where grief can never come nor any pang Arriving from self-lost and seeking worlds Alter Heaven-nature's changeless quietude And mighty posture of eternal calm, Its pose of ecstasy immutable. Plains lay that seemed the expanse of God's wide sleep, Thought's wings climbed up towards heaven's vast repose Lost in blue deeps of immortality. A changed earth-nature felt the breath of peace. Air seemed an ocean of felicity Or the couch of the unknown spiritual rest, A vast quiescence swallowing up all sound Into a voicelessness of utter bliss; Even Matter brought a close spiritual touch, All thrilled with the immanence of one divine. The lowest of these earths was still a heaven Translating into the splendour of things divine The beauty and brightness of terrestrial scenes. 
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