Of sevenfold twining worlds and sevenfold ways
And nights made sevenfold of the sevenfold days
All the vast scheme evolving into man,
And upward, onward, through Olympian haze
Into the crowning spiritual mist,
Where spirit in the spirit may subsist,
Evolve itself in the amazing plan
Through many planes, as shining amethyst
Melts to the sapphire’s sombre indigo,
And lifts, still sapphire, to the ocean glow;
Thence into emerald and the golden light,
Till ruby crowns the river’s living flow
And glory of colour in the sun’s own flame—
Beyond, to colours without sense or name,
Impossible to man, whose vivid sight
Would blast him with their splendour as they came
Flashing through spiritual space, withdrawn
Now, and now flung triumphant in the dawn
Not of mere sun’s rise, but before the birth
Of a new system on the unfolded lawn
Of space beyond the sceptre of the Gods!
I, seeing all this, would foil Time’s periods
For one small woman on this one mean earth,
Would spoil the plan of the inane Abodes,
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