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Light horrors thro' her pulses: the blind walls
Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity:
THE TWO VOICES.
A STILL small voice spake unto me,
Were it not better not to be?”
Then to the still small voice I said ;
“ Let me not cast in endless shade
What is so wonderfully made.”
To which the voice did urge reply; * To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie.
“ An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
“He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.”
I said, When first the world began,
“ She gave him mind, the lordliest Proportion, and, above the rest, Dominion in the head and breast.'
Thereto the silent voice replied ;
“ This truth within thy mind rehearse,
“ Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres?"
It spake, moreover, in my mind :
Tho' thou wert scatter'd to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.”
Then did my response clearer fall : “No compound of this earthly ball Is like another, all in all.”
To which he answer'd scoffingly;
" Or will one beam be less intense,
I would have said, " Thou canst not know,'' But my
full heart, that work'd below, Rain'd thro' my sight its overflow.
Again the voice spake unto me: “Thou art so steep'd in misery, Surely 'twere better not to be.
“ Thine anguish will not let thee sleep,
train of reason keep : Thou canst not think, but thou wilt weep.”
I said, “ The
years with change advance : If I make dark
my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.