Capitolo 56
Of who centre of unreached is the throne
Of Him in front of which terrible eyebrow,
The eternities that you/they meet are known
As but an eternity now.
The thought removes far by thee,--
Also far,--over my love and my you hurt torn;
Ah, allowed me of tender thee, as I am able;
And it counts thy they have been calculating for terrestrial years.
ONE YEAR OF BEATITUDE; where
Any hath of the cloud weak they crossed soul of thy;
Any sigh of the pain, any touch of sin,
The control of any fragile mortality;
Neither once disappointment of hath stung,
Neither care, pine of world-tired thee, done;
But the ecstasy as human language
Hath didn't find language for, it is thine.
Perfect fact to thy passing that
Can you/he/she now add thy they added glory?
As on, and before, direct upward, through
The lines of angel that modest arc,
Still ascending from height height
Definite, where abducted spirits trod,
Neither making a break 'mean theirs looks for bright,
You the inside tendest to God.
One year Of Progress, in the love
That is only learned in sky; thies mind
Clay Unclogged, and free to fly aloft,
Hath left the kingdoms of doubt behind,
It is marvelous things that limited thought
In vain he/she tested to resolve, couples
To investigations of untasked of thy, load
With explanation oddly in clear way.
The reason for Thy doesn't possess forced control,
As the kept one here in essential slave;
The mysteries of God court thy it animates interrogatory,
And you may'sts cross and they know them everybody.
ONE YEAR OF LOVE; thy covetous heart
It was always tender, e'en to torn wounds,
With understanding which sacred art
Made saint all the thies they tenderly took care of years;
But it loves which the struck dumb ecstasy
It had overborne the limited one, now
It beats through thy being, pure and free,
It is scorching on thy radiant eyebrow.