128. Wherein He Proclaims His Perilous State -
WHEREIN HE PROCLAIMS HIS PERILOUS STATE
O straying steps! O blind and busy dreams!
O constant memory! O keen desire!
O passion strong! Heart weak with its own fire!
O eyes, not eyes, but salt and living streams!
O laurel boughs whose difficult garland seems
Guerdon enough to which lords may aspire!
O haunted life! Mirage I must admire
Or wallow else in little sluggard schemes!
O glamorous face where Love has hoarded well
His lash and spur to prick the heart and move
The mind at will — nor heart nor mind to spare!
O spirits consumed with love, if yet you dwell
Upon this earth, and you, great Ghosts of Love,
Pause and observe my passion, my despair!
O straying steps! O blind and busy dreams!
O constant memory! O keen desire!
O passion strong! Heart weak with its own fire!
O eyes, not eyes, but salt and living streams!
O laurel boughs whose difficult garland seems
Guerdon enough to which lords may aspire!
O haunted life! Mirage I must admire
Or wallow else in little sluggard schemes!
O glamorous face where Love has hoarded well
His lash and spur to prick the heart and move
The mind at will — nor heart nor mind to spare!
O spirits consumed with love, if yet you dwell
Upon this earth, and you, great Ghosts of Love,
Pause and observe my passion, my despair!
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