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Oh, thou, my wizard soul, oh, heart That whelming agony immerses, The threshold of two universes In cleaving these, tears thee apart.

And so two alien worlds are thine: Thy day of morbid passionate living, Thy sleep, vague revelations giving Of spirits secret and divine.

Then let the tortured bosom beat With fatal passion and vagary; The soul is fain, even as Mary, To cling forever to Christ's feet.