VIII
Deep-sounding, subtle, pitiful, profound,
Dredger of human nature, versed in crime,
Mated with every grief, who in the slime
Divinest well where purest pearls abound;
Where darkness mostly reigneth thou dost found
A kingdom of the light, O soul sublime,
Most pure, most Christ-like spirit of thy time;
And where thy feet have trod is holy ground—
Holy, yet haunted, and a realm of fright,
Not to be traversed but with flying feet,
And beating heart and racing brain alight
With fire from hell, and heated with hell’s heat,
Till in the cooler spaces of the night
The o’erwrought spirit finds a safe retreat.
Hesepe, 27th May