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Vain Questioning
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Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I could not see: Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was---and then no more of Thee and Me.
Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn; Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal'd And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.
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