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When it was there, the heart's abyss was filled; But when the uplifting Deity withdrew, Existence lost its aim in the Inane. The order of the immemorial planes, The godlike fullness of the instruments Were turned to props for an impermanent scene. But who that mightiness was he knew not yet. Impalpable, yet filling all that is, It made and blotted out a million worlds And took and lost a thousand shapes and names. It wore the guise of an indiscernible Vast, Or was a subtle kernel in the soul: A distant greatness left it huge and dim, A mystic closeness shut it sweetly in: It seemed sometimes a figment or a robe And seemed sometimes his own colossal shade. A giant doubt overshadowed his advance. Across a neutral all-supporting Void Whose blankness nursed his lone immortal spirit, Allured towards some recondite Supreme, Aided, coerced by enigmatic Powers, Aspiring and half-sinking and upborne, Invincibly he ascended without pause. Always a signless vague Immensity Brooded, without approach, beyond response, Condemning finite things to nothingness, Fronting him with the incommensurable. Then to the ascent there came a mighty term. A height was reached where nothing made could live, A line where every hope and search must cease Neared some intolerant bare Reality, A zero formed pregnant with boundless change. On a dizzy verge where all disguises fail And human mind must abdicate in Light Or die like a moth in the naked blaze of Truth, He stood compelled to a tremendous choice. 
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