All who, reflecting as reflected seeThemselves in Me, and Me in them; not Me,But all of Me that of contracted EyeIs comprehensive of Infinity;Nor yet Themselves: no Selves, but of The AllFractions, from which they split and wither fall.As Water lifted from the Deep, againFalls back in individual Drops of Rain,Then melts into the Universal Main.All you have been, and seen, and done, and thought,Not You but I, have seen and been and wrought:I was the Sin that from Myself rebell'd;I the Remorse that tow'rd Myself compell'd;I was the Tajidar who led the Track;I was the little Briar that pull'd you back:Sin and Contrition -- Retribution owed,And cancell'd -- Pilgrim, Pilgrimage, and Road,Was but Myself toward Myself; and YourArrival but Myself at my own Door;Who in your Fraction of Myself beholdMyself within the Mirror Myself holdTo see Myself in, and each part of MeThat sees himself, though drown'd, shall ever see.Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw,And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw:Rays that have wander'd into Darkness wideReturn, and back into your Sun subside.'