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“Faded! the web is still of air, But how its folds are spread, And from its tints of crimson clear How deep a glow is shed … The mustard-seed in distant land Bends down a mighty tree, The dry unbudding almond-wand Has touched eternity.
from Retrospection CHARLOTTE BRONTË, 1835 The principle of the imagination resembles the emblem of the serpent, by which the ancients typified wisdom and the universe, with undulating folds, for ever varying and for ever flowing into itself — circular, and without beginning or end.
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