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. . . Sinners And saints    I say    are rocked in the cradle, But never are known till the will within them Speaks in its own good time. SINNERS AND SAINTS I SAY ARE ROCKED IN THE CRADLE BUT NEVER UNKNOWN TILL THE WILL WITHIN THEM SPEAKS IN ITS OWN GOOD TIME
ill it seemed the sky and the land and the ocean Closed at last in a mist all golden Around us two. And we stood for a season Like gods outflung from chaos, dreaming That we were the king and the queen of the fire That reddened the clouds of love that held us Blind to the new world soon to be ours -- Ours to seize and sway. The passion Of that great love was a nameless passion, Bright as the blaze of the sun at noonday, Wild as the flames of hell; but, mark you, Never a whit less pure for its fervor. The baseness in me (for I was human) Burned like a worm, and perished; and nothing Was left me then but a soul that mingled Itself with hers, and swayed and shuddered In fearful triumph. When I consider That helpless love and the cursed folly That wrecked my life for the sake of a woman Who broke with a laugh the chains of her marriage (Whatever the word may mean), I wonder If all the woe was her sin, or whether The chains themselves were enough to lead her In love's despite to break them. AT WORLD GREW SMALL AND SMALLER TILL IT SEEMED THE SKY AND THE LAND AND THE OCEAN CLOSED AT LAST IN A MIST ALL GOLDEN AROUND US TOO AND WE STOOD FOR A SEASON LIKE GODS OUTFLUNG FROM CHAOS DREAMING THAT WE WERE KING AND QUEEN OF THE FIRE THAT REDDENED CLOUDS OF LOVE THAT HELD US BLIND TO THE NEW WORLD SOON TO BE OURS OURS THE SEASON SWAY THE PASSION OF THAT GREAT LOVE WAS A NAMELESS PASSION BRIGHT AS THE BLAZE OF THE SUN AT NOONDAY WILD AS THE FLAMES OF HELL BUT MARK YOU NEVER A WHIT LESS PURE FOR ITS FERVOUR THE BASENESS OF ME FOR I WAS HUMAN B BURNED LIKE A WORM AND PERISHED AND NOTHING WAS LEFT ME THEN BUT A SOUL THAT MINGLED ITSELF WITH HERS AND SWAYED AND SHUDDERED IN FEARFUL TRIUMPH WHEN I CONSIDER THAT HELPLESS LOVE AND THE CURSED FOLLY THAT WRECKED MY LIFE FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN WHO BROKE WITH A LAUGH THE CHAINS OF HER MARRIAGE WHATEVER THE WORD MAY MEAN I WONDER IF ALL THE WOE WAS HER SIN OR WHETHER THE CHAINS THEMSELVES WERE ENOUGH TO LEAD HER AND LOVE'S DESPITE TO BREAK THEM
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