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1898 · PDF PAGE 7

Aceldama

…rn in me. How the grave old Professor wondered at my ravings ! I had called at his house, for he was a valued friend of mine, and I felt strange thoughts and emotions shake within me. Ah ! how I raved ! I called to him to trample me, he would not. We passed together into the stormy night. I was on horseback, how I galloped round him in my phrenzy, till he became the prey of a real physical fear ! How I shrieked out I know not what strange words ! And the poor good old man tried all he could to calm me ; he thought I was mad ! The fool ! I was i…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 14

Aceldama

…d I soared, I hovered in the infinite ; Nothing was everything ; the day was night, Dark and deep light together, that rejoiced In their strange wedlock. Marvellously white All rainbows kissed Into one sphere that stood, a circumambient mist. 1 4

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1898 · PDF PAGE 19

Aceldama

…eetened by the very sun Whose far-off fragrance steals between the leaves Of the cool forest, filling every one That reaps yon gold With strange intoxications mad and manifold. XVI. Only beware gross pleasure—the delight Of fools : the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life's atom-bonds must strain—aye, and most move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. 1 9

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1898 · PDF PAGE 16

Aceldama

…urge the spirit quite Of gross desires That eat into the heart with their corrupting fires ? X. Old Buddh gave command ; Jehovah spake ; Strange distant gods that are not dead to-day Added their voices ; Heaven’s desart way Man wins not but by sorrow—let him break The golden image with the feet of clay ! Let him despise That earthen vessel which the potter marred—and rise ! 1 6

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1898 · PDF PAGE 28

Aceldama

…Let our love end as other loves begin, Or, slay me at The Moment, unaware, Or, kiss in mutual death-pang, if you dare— Or one day I will strange you within My heavy hair !

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