A consciousness that knows not its own truth, A vagrant hunter of misleading dawns, Between the being's dark and luminous ends Moves here in a half-light that seems the whole: An interregnum in Reality Cuts off the integral Thought, the total Power; It circles or stands in a vague interspace, Doubtful of its beginning and its close, Or runs upon a road that has no end; Far from the original Dusk, the final Flame In some huge void Inconscience it lives, Like a thought persisting in a wide emptiness. ... We must fill the immense lacuna we have made... We must renew the secret bond in things, Our hearts recall the lost divine Idea, Reconstitute the perfect word, unite The Alpha and the Omega in one sound; Then shall the Spirit and Nature be at one.