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IV. HEAVENLY LOVE.
In primal chaos and the dark profound,I worshipped in my own sepulchral mind
The impure Love, whose image ye may find
Encased in these my verses' rhythmic sound;
By devious ways and groping underground
I traced the slippery paths that shelve and wind,
Till, suddenly, sweet essences combined,
And Love, the pure and infinite, I found.
Then all my heart expanded to the light,
And grew and panted with the sweet desire
Of heavenly beauty and divine sun-fire,
Of which Love only is the source and site,
Who gave me, lest my mortal eyes should tire
His mirror, thee, my glorious Lady bright!
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