No More Learning

man can show It to sIght
W here memory lIveth, It takes Its state
Formed lIke a diafan from lIght on shade WhIch shadow cometh of IVlars and remalneth Created, haVIng a name sensate,
Custom of the soul,
will from the heart,
Cometh from a seen form wluch being understood Taketh locus and remamIng In the Intellect possible WhereIn hath he neither weight nor stJ11-standlng, Descendeth not by qualIty but shineth out HImself hIS own effect unendIngly
Not In delight but In the beIng aware
N or can he leave hIS true           otherwhere
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