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When first he loved, had risen in him one lusting Towards her, he had spat into his heart Intense self-loathing ; Avhat was then his love AVords may not scribe, his memory could not seize, Fancy may compass not ; thercAAdth was nought Of jealousy, or desire, or doubt, or pain ; Nought of self-love, self-consciousness ; it join'd With marvellous adoration, perfectest rest. Instinctive trust and measureless devotion And measureless sympathy, but it Avas not these. A CRISIS. 115 Such iu this meado...w, by her arch'cl-out form, Was it not now, for it had grown and changed. 'Twas love ! but now every atom of his body Trembleth for every atom moulding hers ; 'Twas love ! but now he could strangle her from life Rather than see another bridegroom her ; Oh ! yes, 'twas love ! for in life's flintiest highways, He would rush to grovel his being's nakedest bosom To gain her smile, or cause her one delight. Yea, still he loved her, utterly ; through the world Drifting unknown and knowing not ; his mind, A mirror multiplying a thousand times Her lonely loveliness, — ever there he gazed, Still, still she shone ; his will, a trembling rudder, She held to play with, or to queen ; his body, Their mutual serf, its separated being, Never once recognized by any of his thoughts.
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