In pity for man's darkening thought He
walked that room and issued thence In
Galilean turbulence; The
Babylonian starlight brought A
fabulous, formless darkness in; Odour
of blood when Christ was slain Made
all platonic tolerance vain And
vain all Doric discipline. Everything
that man esteems Endures
a moment or a day. Love's
pleasure drives his love away, The
painter's brush consumes his dreams; The
herald's cry, the soldier's tread Exhaust
his glory and his might: Whatever
flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed. |
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