Poem, "The Truer Pantheism"

I did another rewrite of poetry.  This time it is much less intensive, just striping out gendered pronouns, and using slightly less archaic "Tho's".  This is taken from Lord Tennyson's "The Higher Pantheism", which I kind of think myself clever for the minor alterations.

The Truer Pantheism

The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills, the plains,

Are these not, the Soul, the Vision of They who reigns?

Is not the Vision They, though They be not that which They seem?

Dreams feel true while they last, do we not live in a dream?

Earth, the open sky, the weight of body and limb,

Are those not sign and symbol of our division from Them?

Dark is the world to you; truly you’re the reason why,

For are They not all but you, that hast power to feel "I am I"?

Glory about us, without us; and you fulfill your doom,

Making Them broken gleams, a stifled glory, leaving gloom.

Speak to Them, now, for They hear, and Spirit with Spirit can meet

Deeper are They than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

It is law, say the wise; speak free, and let us rejoice,

For when They thunder by law the thunder is yet Their voice.

Law is Divine, say some; not Divine at all, says the fool,

For all we can see with our eyes is a straight staff bent in a pool;

The ear cannot hear, and the eye cannot see;

But if we could see and hear, this Vision, would it not Be?

Here is a related image from Neo-Paganism.com.

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