The Bakchesarian Fountain and Other Poems by Various
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It is lost in thy greatness,
Like the past moment in eternity. Thou calledst chaos into existence, Before time, from the abyss of eternity, And eternity, existing prior to all ages, Thou foundedst within thyself. Constituting thyself of thyself, By means of thyself shining from thyself, Thou art the light from which light first flowed; Creating all things by a single word, Extending thyself throughout the new creation, Thou wast, thou art, thou shalt be for ever! Thou unitest within thyself the chain of beings, Upholdest and animatest it, Thou connectest the end with the beginning, And through death bestowest life. As sparks shoot forth and scatter themselves, Thus suns are born of thee: As, in a cold and clear winter's day, Particles of frost scintillate, Whirl about, reel, and glisten,[1] Even so do the stars in the abysses beneath thee! Millions of lighted torches Fly throughout infinite space, They execute thy laws, And shed life-creating rays. But these fiery luminaries, |
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