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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
Behind as erst before the advancer: gloom?
Faced by the onward-faring, see, succeeds
From the abandoned heaven a next surprise,
And where's the gloom now?—silver-smitten straight,
One glow and variegation! So with me,
Who move and make,—myself,—the black, the white,
The good, the bad, of life's environment.
Stand still! black stays black: start again! there's white
Asserts supremacy: the motion's all
That colours me my moment: seen as joy?—
I have escaped from sorrow, or that was
Or might have been as sorrow?—thence shall be
Escape as certain white preceded black,
Black shall give way to white as duly,—so,
Deepest in black means white most imminent.
Faced by the onward-faring, see, succeeds
From the abandoned heaven a next surprise,
And where's the gloom now?—silver-smitten straight,
One glow and variegation! So with me,
Who move and make,—myself,—the black, the white,
The good, the bad, of life's environment.
Stand still! black stays black: start again! there's white
Asserts supremacy: the motion's all
That colours me my moment: seen as joy?—
I have escaped from sorrow, or that was
Or might have been as sorrow?—thence shall be
Escape as certain white preceded black,
Black shall give way to white as duly,—so,
Deepest in black means white most imminent.
