Within The Temple
The middle of the things I know Is the unknown, and circling it Life's truth and life's illusion show Things in the terms of sense and wit. Bounded by knowledge thus, unbound, Within the temple thus, alone, Clear of the circle set around, I know not, being with the unknown; But images my memories use Of sense, and terms of wit employ, Lest in the known the unknown lose The secret tidings of my joy.
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