 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Come dayspring, Mansoul saw I now to hove;
As cloud before a morrows breath, removes.
I rose up, and impélled meseemed my steps;
Towards mountain-cleft, where He before had passed.
Strait which I presently have reached; whose crooked cliffs,
With legends saw I ánd with names o'erwrit:
In whose sand, prints were, óf passed thousand feet.
Great Mansoul multivoiced I heard beyond:
Bellowing, From living World, he would descend,
As was ordained, to souls beneath the Earth:
To énquire wisdom, of Worlds ages past.
And Hertha I heard, goddess grave-voiced, respond.
As cloud before a morrows breath, removes.
I rose up, and impélled meseemed my steps;
Towards mountain-cleft, where He before had passed.
Strait which I presently have reached; whose crooked cliffs,
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In whose sand, prints were, óf passed thousand feet.
Great Mansoul multivoiced I heard beyond:
Bellowing, From living World, he would descend,
As was ordained, to souls beneath the Earth:
To énquire wisdom, of Worlds ages past.
And Hertha I heard, goddess grave-voiced, respond.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |