Resembles Life what once was held of Light, Too ample in itself for human sight? An absolute Self--an element ungrounded-- All, that we see, all colours of all shade By encroach of darkness made?-- Is very life by consciousness unbounded? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death?SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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