The Mystic.
When, wild and spent, I fly before Some steadfast Fate, serene, malign, Let me not think, Lord, I implore Those dark and awful eyes are thine! Oh, when the dogs of life are loose, And, raging, follow on my track. Let me not dream, by chance or use. The leash was thine that held the pack! Nay, hunted, breathless, faint and prone. With my last gaze, ah, let me see The shape I know, nor shall disown. Thy shape, oh Grod, that runs with me!
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"When, wild and spent, I fly before..."
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