Thus do the greatest ever by sheer might
Of natural penetration find their way
Into the Innermost, where Being’s ray
Burns unendurable, and in that light
Their own with nature’s majesty unite
To one high rhythm, stupendous interplay
Of Thought and Being, perioded, gray
With shadow, with serenest sunshine bright.
So that old man of Koenigsberg profound,
By night revolving two infinities,
And so Spinoza, when his spirit found
Intellect into Intuition rise,
Envisaging creation from above,
Where knowledge takes the perfect form of Love.
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