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OUR prison house extends so wide
It walls the farthest Oceans’ tide,
Enarches every Tropics bloom,
And gives the opposing Arctics room.
Its vistas do all stars include
In one abysm of solitude,
Whose hollow antres swoon where Thought
In vain imagines Aught or Naught.
At time, to ease the jail, we deem
Ourselves companioned in the dream,
Conceiving kindred Spirits share
The doom each soul alone must bear.
They seem to move and smile and moan
With sense of all the heart hath known,
Which helps the pent-up soul beguile
The tension of its domicile;
Till, doubtful of the fancied zest
It made to soothe its deep unrest,
Once more the solitary thrall
Ponders the illimitable Wall.
“Perchance another Thought supreme
Includes the Dreamer and the Dream?
Or doth the soundless Prison zone
Confine One absolutely lone?”
’T is only when Love’s angel eyes
Gaze steadfast from a mortal guise,
Tranquil, sincere, divine, devout,
They still the tumult of the Doubt.
Then, prisoning Power, we do accept
The Mystery that Thou hast kept,
And cheerful in Thy bondage dwell,
Blest creatures of Thy miracle.
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