---

Robert Laurence Binyon - Pain
Work rating: Low

Find me out a fortress, find
 Such a mind within the mind
 As can gather to its source
 All of life`s inveterate force,
 Find the hard and secret cell
 In my body`s citadel,
 Iron--ribbed from suck and drain
 Of the clutching monster, Pain--
 Pain, the formless alien will
 That seeks me out, that strives to drill
 Through shielding thought and barricade
 Of all the strength my will has made;
 That singles me and searches through
 The sharp sense I am narrowed to;
 And ever as the bond I strain
 Thrusts me home to flesh again,
 Estranging me from earth, to be
 One fierce throb of identity!
 Yet there`s fibre in the mind
 I shall find, I shall find,
 To resist and to defy
 All the world that is not I.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.