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 And, in the long enthralling dream, That, ever—through each purer zone Of love translating me—doth seem To bring my spirit near his own, I hear the veiled angelic tone Of many voices; as I deem, Assuring me of something sweet, And strange, and wondrous, and intense; Which thing they evermore repeat In fair half parables, from whence I draw a vague all-blissful sense.

For, one by one, e'en as I rise, And feel the pure Ethereal Refining all before my eyes: Whole beauteous worlds material Are seen to enter gradual The great transparent paradise Of this my dream; and, all revealed, To break upon me more and more Their inward singing souls, and yield A wondrous secret half concealed In all their loveliness before.