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[BNP/E3, 78A – 30-31]
Delirium.
A Day of Sun.
I love the things that children love
Yet with a comprehension deep
That lifts my pining soul above
Those in which life as yet doth sleep.
All things that simple are and bright,
Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit,
With a child's natural delight
That makes me proudly weep at it.
I love the sun with personal glee,
The air as if I could embrace
Its wideness with my soul and be
A drunkard by expense[1] of gaze.
I love the heavens with a joy
That makes me wonder at my soul,
It is a pleasure nought can cloy,
A thrilling I cannot control.
So stretched out here let me lie
Before the sun that soaks me up,
And let me gloriously die
[31r]
A Day of Sun – 2.
Drinking too deep of living's cup;[2]
Be swallowed of the sun and spread
Over the infinite expanse,
Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead
Lost in a super‑normal trance;
Lost in impersonal consciousness
And mingling in all life become
A selfless part of Force and Stress
And have a universal home;
And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living Whole
|The limit that I call my mind,
The bounded thing I call my soul.|[3]
Alexander Search
March 17th. 1908.
[1] expense /excess\
[2] Drinking too deep of living's cup; /Deep drinking of mere living’s cup\
[3] |The limit that I call /am to my\ my mind,
The bounded /place where\ thing I call my soul.|/The place wherefrom I draw my soul.\