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In war and clasp these life-wants joined the All-Life, Wrestlings of a divided unity Inflicting mutual grief and happiness In ignorance of the Self for ever one.

It hunted and it fled and sniffed the winds, Or slothed inert in sunshine and soft air: It sought the engrossing contacts of the world, But only to feed the surface sense with bliss.

Although on earth are firm established lives, A working of habit or a sense of law, A steady repetition in the flux, Yet are its roots of will ever the same; These passions are the stuff of which we are made.

Creator of this game of ray and shade In this sweet and bitter paradoxical life, Asks from the body the soul's intimacies And by the swift vibration of a nerve Links its mechanic throbs to light and love.

It was a vain unnecessary world Whose will to be brought poor and sad results And meaningless suffering and a grey unease. Nothing seemed worth the labour to become.