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[Lafon <ho...@lo...>]

T it be Upon me as the dew upon the moss. Oh me! but I have made the
holy cross A curse, and not a blessing! let me kiss The sacred symbol;
for, by this--by this! I sware, and sware again, as now I will-- Thou
Heaven! if there be bounty in thee still, If thou wilt hear, and
minister, and bring The light of comfort on some angel wing To one that
lieth lone, do--do it now; By all the stars that open on thy brow Like
silver flowers! and by the herald moon That listeth to be forth at
nightly noon, Jousting the clouds, I swear! and be it true, As I have
perjured me, that I renew Allegiance to thy God, and bind me o'er To
this same penance, I have done before! That night and day I watch, as I
have been Long watching, o'er the partner of my sin! That I taste never
the delight of food, But these wild shell-fish, that may make the mood
Of madness stronger, till it grapple Death-- Despair--Eternity!" He
saith, he saith, And, on the jaundiced bosom of the corse, Lieth all
frenzied; one would see Remorse, And hopeless Love, and Hatred,
struggling there, And Lunacy, that lightens up Despair, And makes a
gladness out of agony. Pale phantom! I would fear and worship thee, That
hast the soul at will, and gives it play, Amid the wildest fancies far
away; That thronest Reason, on some wizard throne Of fairy land, within
the milky zone,-- Some spectre star, that glittereth beyond The glorious
galaxies of diamond. Beautiful Lunacy! that shapest flight For love to
blessed bowers of delight, And buildest holy monarchies within The
fancy, till the very heart is queen Of all her golden wishes. Lunacy!
Thou empress of the passions! though they be A sister group of wild,
unearthly forms, Like lightnings playing in their home of storms! I see
thee, striking at the silver strings Of the pure heart, and holy music
springs Before thy touch, in many a solemn strain, Like that of
sea-waves rolling from the main! But say, is Melancholy by