Robert Crawford - Mind.

Without us and within us mind is all;
The truth of life and knowledge still are one,
And though all be a dream, yet in the dream
All is true to the after and before,
And ourselves but the shade or mirror of
The what has been or is to be, who still
Remembering and forgetting co-exist
With the mysterious One, and through ourselves
Attain prevision of the soul's escape
In some strange eyrie 'bove the flux of all,
E'en as the termites ere the great rains rear
Their termitoriums in the tallest trees
To 'scape the deluge. 'Tis the eye within
That has the potency of light: We see
But by foreseeing, even as it were
The soul's prismatic radiancy imbued
Life's rose with an interior loveliness
For beauty's summer in another sphere.

Robert Crawford

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