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Rh But still reduction of the master-work An emanation of the infinite, And glassing still his great perfection. Cherish and worship Beauty, till the shrine Shall grow too frail for the in-dwelling God; No longer shall infrequent ecstacy More fleet than fancy, swifter than a star In rapture of its falling self-consum'd Like sudden lightning break athwart your night With baffling brightness, but a Sun Serene Shall flood your life with radiance. Having stood With Beauty face to face a moment's span, Now rapt to heaven and your sister souls, Granted no more to this less lovely earth, Bless'd by the brightness of His face serene Stand you within the light ineffable Of very Beauty, one and absolute.