H .
O . Meredith .
And God,
the creature
of my
brain ,
Still went before me
sowing
seed
Of unimagined
lust
and
pain ,
The
thought before the accomplished
deed .
III.
But the
dim
process
of
the years
,
Hidden
behind my
impulses
,
Distilled
an
antidote
for
fears
Sweeter
than
honey
of
upland
bees
.
The
sun
that went
yet still returned
Nor ever
faltered
on
his
race
,
The moon
that
on
her
errand
burned
And
stars
a-
dance
in
the halls
of
space
.
The plant that flowered
and yearly
fell
,
All things
that went
and
came
in
dust
,
River
and
sea
,
contrived
a
spell
To
choke
the strength
of
pain
and
lust
.
Till memory
rounded
life
to
a
whole
,
And fear
expanding
grew
to
awe
,
And
in
a
universal
soul
I
dreamed
a
universal
law
.
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