To sudden apprehension: hard the yoke Of misery was mine to bear; Wrath-befooled, in my despair

I went, and, leaning from the lattice, mused On my immeasurable woe; accused Heaven’s King, that, like an earthly king, abused His power omnipotent, and hurled Curses broadcast on the world.

p. 78Then glancing toward her danger thought, “A cell Of noxious vapours this dull life; as well She should escape: so pure! she scarce could dwell With sinful creatures who alway Stumbling take the stain of clay

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“But I unworthy! How in conscience I— How could I hazard guidance in her high Cold path of duty leading to the sky! As well hold torch to light a star Shining, mystic, nebular.

“She yearns to bless the world: just love for all Best shows in love for one; love cannot fall Like sunshine over half this wondrous ball, But her impulses yearn to bless All the world. Strange tenderness!”

This shameful mockery of myself alone Was interrupted by a sobbing moan That brought me to her coach, where low mine own p. 79Sweet Love lay swooning ashy white, Eyelids closing from the light.

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Ah, coarse, hard, bitter, brutal self! A beast In passion, nay far worse than such, to feast On baseless anger against her whose least Stray word was kind; her daily food Interest in another’s good.

My passion then, like an unruly horse Checked by a master’s hand, fell slack; its force Unnerved, and stifling me with hot remorse; Frightened, despairing, “Love,” I cried, Wildly busy at her side;

And kissed and chafed her brow; I chafed her hand; Audacious grown with fear, released the band That clasped her tender waist, and keenly scanned  Each feature, till her opening eyes Met my own in bright surprise

p. 80“Ah you! I had from you passed and the world Through endless nothing rudely was I hurled While you there hung above, your proud lip curled, Regarding me with piercing hate Crying I deserved my fate.”

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We met each other, as when waters meet In long continued shock, and muttering, sweet Confusion mixed in unity complete That changing time may not dissever; One in love and one for ever.

Purged by remorse, love knit my strength; 

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