Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon, Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed, Yet I go singing through that land oppressed As one that singeth through the flowers of June. No more, with forest-fingers crawling free O`er dark flint wall that seems a wall of eyes, Shall evil break my soul with mysteries Of some world-poison maddening bush and tree. No more shall leering ghosts of pimp and king With bloody secrets veiled before me stand. Last night I held all evil in my hand Closed: and behold it was a little thing. I broke the infernal gates and looked on him Who fronts the strong creation with a curse; Even the god of a lost universe, Smiling above his hideous cherubim. And pierced far down in his soul`s crypt unriven The last black crooked sympathy and shame, And hailed him with that ringing rainbow name Erased upon the oldest book in heaven. Like emptied idiot masks, sin`s loves and wars Stare at me now: for in the night I broke The bubble of a great world`s jest, and woke Laughing with laughter such as shakes the stars.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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