Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight ?
An absolute Self–an element ungrounded–
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
[Image]By encroach of darkness made ?–
Is very life by consciousness unbounded ?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death ?
-- 'a poem speaks to that heart'