THE IDEA

by: Agnes Mary Frances Duclaux (1857-1944)

      ENEATH this world of stars and flowers
      That rolls in visible deity,
      I dream another world is ours
      And is the soul of all we see.
       
      It hath no form, it hath no spirit;
      It is perchance the Eternal Mind;
      Beyond the sense that we inherit
      I feel it dim and undefined.
       
      How far below the depth of being,
      How wide beyond the starry bound
      It rolls unconscious and unseeing,
      And is as Number or as Sound.
       
      And through the vast fantastic visions
      Of all this actual universe,
      It moves unswerved by our decisions,
      And is the play that we rehearse.

"The Idea" is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

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