Iolo
Aneurin
Williams.
LOVE
DEMONIAC .
( A Grotesque.)
FIRST
a vague walking
through
the half-dark
wood,
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An
aimless
feeling
in
the torpid
blood ;
A
white blur growing
through
the
black
pine
trees ;
A
gasp
staccato , trembling
in
the knees,
At more distinction
of
the coming face ;
A
cry
to
send
the darkness round
the
place
Reeling -
" Ah
shining
lamp ” . . . “ Ah
fellow
flame,
There was
great
darkness
here until
this
came ,
This
splendid
rush
of love
demoniac .”
And
then -
a
sudden
shiver
down
the back .
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