XLVI For in and out, above, about, below, 'T is nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go. A XLVII And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, End in the Nothing all Things end in — Yes — Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what Thou shalt be-Nothing-Thou shalt not be less. LXVI I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell : And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:" LXVII Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, LXVIII We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; (See Stanza XLII.) XLVIII While the Rose blows along the River Brink, XLIX 'T is all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days L The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes, A LI The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. (See Stanza XLIII.) LXIX But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays LXX The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all HE knows A LXXI The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. 术 LII And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, LIII With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead, And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read. LIV I tell Thee this - When starting from the Goal, Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtarí they flung, |