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Thou canst not make a pillow for thy head
Of anything so brittle and so frail;
Yet mayst thou by its transient glow be led
Into the heaven where sun and star grow pale;
Of anything so brittle and so frail;
Yet mayst thou by its transient glow be led
Into the heaven where sun and star grow pale;
Where, out of burning whiteness, flows the light;
Light, which is but the visible stream of love;—
Hope's ladder, brightening upward through the night,
Whereon our feet grow winged as they move.
Light, which is but the visible stream of love;—
Hope's ladder, brightening upward through the night,
Whereon our feet grow winged as they move.
Let beauty sink in light; in central deeps
Of love unseen, let dearest eyes grow dim:
They draw us after, up the infinite steeps
Where souls familiar track the seraphim.
Of love unseen, let dearest eyes grow dim:
They draw us after, up the infinite steeps
Where souls familiar track the seraphim.
