back to England. Perhaps she will go back, Perhaps we are parted for ever. If I go on walking through the whole breadth of Germany I come to the North Sea, or the Baltic. Over there is Russia—Austria, Switzerland, France, in a circle! I here in the undermist on the Bavarian road. It aches in me. What is England or France, far off, But a name she might take? I don't mind this continent stretching, the sea far away; It aches in me for her Like the agony of limbs cut off and aching; Not even longing, It is only agony. A cripple! Oh God, to be mutilated! To be a cripple!       And if I never see her again? I think, if they told me so I could convulse the heavens with my horror. I think I could alter the frame of things in my agony. I think I could break the System with my heart. I think, in my convulsion, the skies would break. She too suffers. But who could compel her, if she chose me against them all? She has not chosen me finally, she suspends her choice. Night folk, Tuatha De Danaan, dark Gods, govern her sleep, Magnificent ghosts of the darkness, carry off her decision in sleep, Leave her no choice, make her lapse me-ward, make her, Oh Gods of the living Darkness, powers of Night. WOLFRATSHAUSEN 

  

  

 HUMILIATION 

      I HAVE been so innerly proud, and so long alone, Do not leave me, or I shall break. Do not leave me. What should I do if you were gone again So soon? What should I look for? Where should I go? What should I be, I myself,      "I"? What would it mean, this I? Do not leave me. What should I think of death? If I died, it would not be you:      It would be simply the same Lack of you. The same want, life or death, Unfulfilment, The same insanity of space You not there for me. Think, I daren't die For fear of the lack in death. And I daren't live. Unless there were a morphine or a drug. I would bear the pain. But always, strong, unremitting It would make me not me. The thing with my body that would go on living Would not be me. Neither life nor death could help. Think, I couldn't look towards death Nor towards the future:      Only not look. Only myself Stand still and bind and blind myself. God, that I have no choice! That my 

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