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the violet rays we do not know
 * What colors lie, what fields of light abound,
 * Or what undreamed effulgence may surround

Our dreaming consciousness above, below; Nor is it far that finite sense can go
 * Along the subtle passages of sound,
 * The finer tonal waves are too profound

For mortal ears to catch their ebb and flow.

And there are moments when upon us steal
 * Monitions of far wider realms that lie

Beyond our spirit borders, and we feel
 * That fine, ethereal joys we cannot name.
 * In some vast orbit circling, sweeping by,
 * Touch us in passing as with wings of flame.