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World beyond World
Two mirrors, face to face, is all I need To build a mazy universe for my mind Where world grows out of world. I dizzily find Solace in endless planes that there recede. The fifth plane-world, soft-shimmering through the glass- Surely it has a light more bland than ours. And in the far ninth hides a whirl of powers Unknown to our dull senses. I would pass Down the long vista, pausing now and then To taste the flavor of each separate sphere, And with each vast perspective cool my eye. Whom should I meet there? Never living men! What should I love there? Nothing I hold dear! What would the end be? Endless as am I!