Then was my soul my only all to me
A living, endless eye
Far wider than the sky,
Whose power and act and essence was to see.
I was an inward sphere of light.
Or an interminable orb of sight,
An endless and a living day,
A vital sun that round about did ray
All life and sense,
A naked, simple, pure intelligence.
NOTE: Traherne imagines himself remembering a time when, new-born, he was pure consciousness, free of self, not even aware of his body. He put this experience in verse.
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