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'I am Beauty itself among beautiful things. ' / Bhagavad-Gita
The East was crowned with snow-cold bloom / And hung with veils of pearly fleece: / They died away into the gloom, / Vistas of peace -- and deeper peace.
And earth and air and wave and fire / In awe and breathless silence stood; / For One who passed into their choir / Linked them in mystic brotherhood.
Twilight of amethyst, amid / Thy few strange stars that lit the heights, / Where was the secret spirit hid?
Where was Thy place, O Light of Lights?
The flame of Beauty far in space -- / Where rose the fire: in thee? in me?
Which bowed the elemental race / To adoration silently?