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We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; / For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return / If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire, / As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn.
Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days: / Surely here is soul: with it we have eternal breath: / In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways, / By unnumbered ways of dream to death.