LXVII. There, I maddened!... «Lady Geraldine's Courtship»
innashpitzberg27 января 2014LXVII.
There, I maddened! her words stung me. Life swept through me into fever, And my soul sprang up astonished, sprang full-statured in an hour. Know you what it is when anguish, with apocalyptic NEVER, To a Pythian height dilates you, and despair sublimes to power?
LXVIII.
From my brain the soul-wings budded, waved a flame about my body, Whence conventions coiled to ashes. I felt self-drawn out, as man, From amalgamate false natures, and I saw the skies grow ruddy With the deepening feet of angels, and I knew what spirits can.
LXIX.
I was mad, inspired--say either! (anguish worketh inspiration) Was a man or beast--perhaps so, for the tiger roars when speared; And I walked on, step by step along the level of my passion-- Oh my soul! and passed the doorway to her face, and never feared.
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