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Angels have talked with him, and showed him thrones: / Ye knew him not: he was not one of ye, / Ye scorned him with an undiscerning scorn: / Ye could not read the marvel in his eye, / The still serene abstraction; he hath felt / The vanities of after and before; / Albeit, his spirit and his secret heart / The stern experiences of converse lives, / The linked woes of many a fiery change / Had purified, and chastened, and made free.
Always there stood before him, night and day, / Of wayward vary coloured circumstance, / The imperishable presences serene, / Colossal, without form, or sense, or sound, / Dim shadows but unwaning presences / Fourfaced to four corners of the sky; / And yet again, three shadows, fronting one, / One forward, one respectant, three but one; / And yet again, again and evermore, / For the two first were not, but only seemed / One shadow in the midst of a great light, / One reflex from eternity on time, / One mighty countenance of perfect calm, / Awful with most invariable eyes.