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Pure thought-creations of the mind, Within the circle of the soul,-- The emanations that control Life to its God-predestined goal,-- Are spirit shapes no flesh can bind: Within the soul desire ordains Achievements which the will constrains; And far above us, on before, Our thoughts--a beautiful people--soar, To wait us on celestial plains.

So Nature pours her thoughts in forms-- Realities we move among-- Of fragrance, color, and of song; Sense emanations which belong, Invisible, to spiritual charms; The sensuous substance of her thought From immaterial matter wrought-- Matter, which death can not annul, That constitutes the Beautiful, And, dead, repeats itself from naught.