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The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse

…e end beyond the darkling goal ? “These are my passions that my feet must tread; ‘This is my sword, the fervour of my soul ; ‘This is my Will, the crown upon my head. For see! the darkness beckons : I have gone, Before this terrible hour, towards the gloom, Braved the wild dragon, called the tiger on With whirling cries of pride, sought out the tomb Where lurking vampires battened, and my steel Fhas wrought its splendour through the gates of death, ‘My courage did not falter: now I feel My heart beat wave-wise, and my throat catch breath Asif […