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She spins in stiff but unsubstantial lines Her gossamer word-webs of abstract thought, Her segment systems of the Infinite, Her theodicies and cosmogonic charts And myths by which she explains the inexplicable.

 A fiery spirit came, next of the three. A hunchback rider of the red Wild-Ass, A rash Intelligence leaped down lion-maned From the great mystic Flame that rings the worlds And with its dire edge eats at being's heart.

A dwarf three-bodied trinity was her serf. First, smallest of the three, but strong of limb, A low-brow with a square and heavy jowl, A pigmy Thought needing to live in bounds For ever stooped to hammer fact and form.

The mediating light linked body's power, The sleep and dreaming of the tree and plant, The animal's vibrant sense, the thought in man, To the effulgence of a Ray above.

Appointed by the Spirit of the Worlds To mediate with the unknowing depths, A prototypal deft Intelligence Half-poised on equal wings of thought and doubt Toiled ceaselessly twixt being's hidden ends.