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The wide, bright temple of the world I found, / And entered from the dizzy infinite / That I might kneel and worship thee in it; / Leaving the singing stars their ceaseless round / Of silver music sound on orbed sound, / For measured spaces where the shrines are lit, / And men with wisdom or with little wit / Implore the gods that mercy may abound. / Ah, Aphrodite, was it not from thee / My summons came across the endless spaces? / Mother of Love, turn not thy face from me / Now that I seek for thee in human faces; / Answer my prayer or set my spirit free / Again to drift along the starry places.