Was disrobed of quietude
Grazing my consciousness
Frothing pulse of life
The only umbra of my life
Deepening dark fearful laws
Pressing the consequences near
Imparted whisper to dying ears
Not that thee bloom fairest
Of thy play in sentience
But thee outgrow pain too
A golden cloud orbed me
With an eye and an evening star
In the whirl of cosmic glow
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