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Tore me: I heard the tears drop in my heart.
I heard the laughter of some utmost God
Hid in the middle of matter. That was I,
The hideous laugher of the maniac laugh
When loathing makes the bed to lust, and twine
The limbs of agony about the trunk
Of torture—rapture stabbing through—Maurya !
Ay, that was 1; and I the weeping wolf
That howls about this hell that is my heart ;
And I the icy and intangible
That beholds all, and is not.
RupuHa. Three in one !
One in three !
Death to the sun !
Glory to thee !
Thou wast there !
Enough !
It will grow.
Ho! Ho!
Criospa. In English, I was mad. But no new
portents
Confound the course of the sun, I left my home
To seek thee out. When skill availed me not,
I put to sea to try the Luck of Maurya.
Rupua. Thou shouldst have tried that first of all.
CriosDA. Why then
The Luck may avail if that wried tongue can speak
Straight ! Hast thou aught to bid me do?
To me naught matters more. My life I cast
On the one throw ; and, having lost, I have lost.