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The Conversation When the lake ripples and the skies are blue As larkspur? Therefore I, who moved in darkness, Becoming light in suns and light in souls, And mind with thought—for what is thought but light Sprung from the clash of ether?—I am with you. And if beyond this stable state that stands For your life here (as cells are whole and balanced Till the inner urge bring union, then a breaking, And building up to higher life) there is No memory of this world nor of your thought, Nor sense of life on this world lived and borne; Or whether you remember, know yourself As one who lived here, suffered here, aspired— What does it matter? You cannot be lost, As I am lost not. Therefore be at peace. And from the laws whose orbits cross and run To seeming tangles, find the law through which Your soul shall be perfected, till it draw— As the green cell the sunlight draws, and turns Its chemical effulgence into life— My inner splendor. All the rest is mine In infinite time. For if I should unroll The parchment of the future, it were vain— You could not read it.