H .
O. Meredith .
The eyes
are
dim
that were
so
keen
And
sunken
pale
are
cheek
and
brow
;
How
should
such
difference
grow
between
The God
of
then
,
the
ghost
of
now
?
"
And
straight
his
shrunken
lips began
To
pipe shrill words
he
might not
speak
Oh
master
,
oh
my master
,
man
,
Thou art
so
strong
:
I
am
so
weak
!
I
wander
naked
,
cold
,
and blind
;
Leave me
no
longer
in
the night
:
Pity
the
creature
of
thy mind
:
Give
back
the warmth
,
give
back
the
light
.
A
thousand
,
thousand
years
of
time
I
drank
men
's
blood
,
I
drew
their
thought
:
Dwelt
in
an
ecstasy
sublime
,
And what
I
would
superbly
wrought
.
And man
that made me
,
weeting not
The
thing
he
fashioned
did believe
Himself the creature
,
his the lot
And mine
the power
his
lot
to
give
.
Give
back
the genial warmth
once
more
Of living
blood
from
living
veins
,
The
incomparable light
restore
The
living
thought
of
living brains
."
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