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 Lo, moving o'er chaotic waters,
 * Love dawned upon the seething waste,

Transformed in ever new avatars
 * It moved without or pause or haste:

Like sap that moulds the leaves of May It wrought within the ductile clay.

And vaguely in the pregnant deep,
 * Clasped by the glowing arms of light

From an eternity of sleep
 * Within unfathomed gulfs of night

A pulse stirred in the plastic slime Responsive to the rhythm of Time.

Enkindled in the mystic dark
 * Life built herself a myriad forms,

And, flashing its electric spark
 * Through films and cells and pulps and worms,