Excerpt from The Temple of Alanthur: With Other Poems
Overtire To The Poems.
O Thou who readest, in silence, or if stirred
Belike by kindred cry, or that we cast
Our eyes upon the self-same visions and
Did walk, with varying fate, a road at intervals -
Hear more, - hear of me what I leave undone.
My secret purposes, - unuttered wild -
Evasive - fleeing from the forms of speech -
Untethered - mocking - 'scaped - superior
To me and to my stratagems of thought, -
Are not encompassed here, but evermore
Whirl in their unabated circuits round
My helpless eyes - in distance from my hands.
Them powerless I pass, and would cast out
These weaker fellows from captivity
Of human speech unto their ancient forms,
But, like a 'leagured city, that I dread
An onset of these enemies combined
Upon a citadel impoverished
By failure, time, and long, unequal war.
If I have conquered these they must remain:
If I have stolen the flame and smothered it -
If I have dropped the lids of blinded eyes
Upon th' imprisoned remnant of a ray
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