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A Ballade Of The Centre

	When all the shores of knowledge fade
	Beyond the realms of night and day,
	When the quick stir of thought is stayed
	And, as a dream of yesterday,
	The bonds of striving fall away:
	There dawns sometimes a point of fire
	Burning the utter dark, that may
	Fulfill our desperate desire.
	Into the darkness, unafraid,
	Wherein soft hands of silence lay
	Their veil of peace upon the blade
	Of too bright thought, we take our way.
	In changing of desire we pay
	Whatever price the gods require,
	Knowing the end is theirs�and they
	Fulfill our desperate desire.
	Upon the stillness we have made
	Between our working and our play
	A deeper stillness yet is laid.
	Like some white bird above the sway
	Of summer waves within the bay
	Peace lights upon us ere we tire,
	And does (yet how, we cannot say)
	Fulfill our desperate desire.

	When all the shores of knowledge fade
	Beyond the realms of night and day,
	When the quick stir of thought is stayed
	And, as a dream of yesterday,
	The bonds of striving fall away:
	There dawns sometimes a point of fire
	Burning the utter dark, that may
	Fulfill our desperate desire.
	Into the darkness, unafraid,
	Wherein soft hands of silence lay
	Their veil of peace upon the blade
	Of too bright thought, we take our way.
	In changing of desire we pay
	Whatever price the gods require,
	Knowing the end is theirs and they
	Fulfill our desperate desire.
	Upon the stillness we have made
	Between our working and our play
	A deeper stillness yet is laid.
	Like some white bird above the sway
	Of summer waves within the bay
	Peace lights upon us ere we tire,
	And does yet how, we cannot say
	Fulfill our desperate desire.