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 Invisible, vanishing light within light. So changing waxed Love—till he towered before me, Outgrowing my lost gods in stature and might.

As he grew, as he drew me, a great awe came o'er me. And stammering, I shook as I questioned his name ; But gently bowed o'er me, he soothed and bore me,

Yea, bore once again to the haunts whence I came, By dark ways and dreary, by rough roads and gritty, To the penfolds of sin, to the purlieus of shame.

And lo, as we went through the woe-clouded city, Where women bring forth and men labour in vain, Weak Love grew so great in his passion of pity That all who beheld him were born once again.