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THE INVOCATION OF THE SOUL

I call'd the Soul from dreamful deeps of sense:
Such silence fell as when expectant Night
Feels some faint presage of approaching light
Her secret nature fill with vague suspense.
Such silence fell—then rose one spark intense
Of purest lustre, beautiful and bright,
And calmly from the intellectual height
All earthly clouds dispersed, all darkness dense.

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The waxing glory of one sacred deed
That dormant Soul magnetically drew,
As two fond eyes through waters gazing down
Draw mild Undinè to her lover's view:
From depth to height, of all her bondage freed,
High aims lead on the Soul to starry crown.