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 But then, so wonderful and lovely seemed That thought, he straight became as though he dreamed A vast thing false and fair, which day and night Absorbed him in some rapture—very high Above the common swayings of delight And general yearnings, that quite occupy Men's passions, and suffice them till they die:

Yea, soon as it had entered him—that thought Of God—he felt that he was being wrought All holy: more and more it filled his heart; And seemed, indeed, a spirit of pure flame Set burning in his soul's most inward part. And from the Lord's great wilderness there came A mighty voice calling on him by name.

He numbered not the changes of the year, The days, the nights, and he forgot all fear Of death: each day he thought there should have been A shining ladder set for him to climb Athwart some opening in the heavens, e'en To God's eternity, and see, sublime— His face whose shadow passing fills all time.