28.10.2007, 14:40
THE USE OF ANGUISH.
HE that hath once in heart and soul and sense
Absorbed the bitter juice of love that yearns
With incommunicable violence.
Still, though his love be dead and buried, burns :
Yea, if he feed not the remorseless flame
With fuel of strong thoughts for ever fresh,
The slow fire shrouded in a veil of shame
Corrodes his very substance, marrow and flesh.
Therefore in time take heed : of misery
Make wings for soaring o'er the source of pain :
Compel thy spirit's strife to strengthen thee :
And seek heaven's stars upon the hurricane
Of passionate anguish, that beyond control,
Pent in thy breast, would rack and rend thy soul.
HE that hath once in heart and soul and sense
Absorbed the bitter juice of love that yearns
With incommunicable violence.
Still, though his love be dead and buried, burns :
Yea, if he feed not the remorseless flame
With fuel of strong thoughts for ever fresh,
The slow fire shrouded in a veil of shame
Corrodes his very substance, marrow and flesh.
Therefore in time take heed : of misery
Make wings for soaring o'er the source of pain :
Compel thy spirit's strife to strengthen thee :
And seek heaven's stars upon the hurricane
Of passionate anguish, that beyond control,
Pent in thy breast, would rack and rend thy soul.