LOVE.
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THE challenge of the night's eternal bloom__
Planet and sun; this speck on which we crawl
In paths eccentric to our mystic doom__
Even as it, awhile in light, then gloom__
With dark arcana filled, whose subtle thrall
Doth bend us over rock and flower, and sweeps
Our wondering souls thro' universal deeps
Straining to catch their meaning mystical,
Are but as letters dimly streaming light
On Love__of all, the essence infinite__
The life of angels, and whose lack's the curse
Of devils; but. to mortals left to know
As both the bliss supreme and saddest woe,
Love is the secret of the universe.
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POETRY is the struggle of the soul
Toward angels' speech__the soul-divining rod,
Invoking from all deeps their bliss and dole,
And shadows of the mysteries of God.
__Cavaness.
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