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Whether we write or speak or do but look

We are ever unapparent. What we are

|Cannot be transfused| into word or book.

Our soul from us is infinitely far.

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However much we give our thoughts the will

To be our soul gesture it abroad,

Our hearts are incommunicable still.

In what we show ourselves we are ignored.

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The abyss of individual life[1] cannot be bridged

By any skill of thought or tongue of seeming.

Unto our very selves we are abridged

When we would say the wholeness of our being[2].

     We are our dreams of ourselves, half-gleams,

     |And each to each unpleasantness of dreams of others' dreams.|[3]

 
[1] of individual life /from life /soul\ to soul\
[2] say /know\ the wholeness of our being /utter to ourselves /our thought\ /our being /being\
[3] half-gleams /souls by gleams\,

| And each to each unpleasantness of dreams of others' dreams. /And each unto another /each other\ dreams of /ill known veiled\ /dream-dressed\ /dreamed\ dreams\ /And each to each other dreams of their dreams.\|