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To think. Alone in darkness sybilline
To shiver!... To be subtle fire around
The cosmos and refine great thoughts unfound,
And feel one's human forehead grow divine.


To give one's blood the heroic battle sign,
Not with poor vanity of tinsel crowned,
But in cuirass of pride with drunken bound
To clear Mortality's dividing line!


To feel sound into one like Ocean's roll
The billow of the universal soul,
to hear that in one's heart all Heaven drifts;


To stand like Solomon, and to behold
One's Work in pomp of jewels clad and gold
Come like the Queen of Sheba bringing gifts.