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I heard him, And laughed at the love that strove to touch me,    The dead, lost love; and I gripped the demon Close to my breast, and held him, praising The fates and the furies that gave me the courage To follow his wild command. AND I HEARD HIM AND LAUGHED AT THE LOVE THAT STROVE TO TOUCH ME THE DEAD LOST LOVE AND I GRIPPED THE DEMON CLOSE TO MY BREAST AND HELD HIM PRAISING THE FATES AND THE FURIES THAT GAVE ME THE COURAGE TO FOLLOW HIS WILD COMMAND
se demons we call our passions: Slaves are we of their roving fancies, Fools of their devilish glee. -- You think me, I know, in this maundering way designing To lighten the load of my guilt and cast it Half on the shoulders of God. But hear me! I'm partly a man, -- for all my weakness, -- If weakness it were to stand and murder Before men's eyes the man who had murdered Me, and driven my burning forehead With horns for the world to laugh at. Trust me! And try to believe my words but a portion Of what God's purpose made me! The coward Within me cries for this; and I beg you Now, as I come to the end, to remember That women and men are on earth to travel All on a different road. Hereafter The roads may meet. . . . I trust in something -- I know not what. . . . Well, this was the way of it: -- Stung with the shame and the secret fury That comes to the man who has thrown his pittance Of self at a traitor's feet, I wandered Weeks and weeks in a baffled frenzy, Till at last the devil spoke. SIN TO PROVES A VICTOR PERILOUS THINGS ARE THESE DEMONS WE CALL OUR PASSIONS SLAVES ARE WE OF THEIR ROVING FANCIES FOOLS OF THEIR DEVILISH GLEE YOU THINK ME I KNOW IN THIS MAUNDERING WAY DESIGNING TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD OF MY GUILT AND CAST IT HALF ON THE SHOULDERS OF GOD BUT HEAR ME I AM PARTLY A MAN FOR ALL MY WEAKNESSES AND IF WEAKNESS IT WERE TO STAND AND MURDER BEFORE MEN'S EYES THE MAN WHO MURDERED ME AND DRIVEN MY BURNING FOREHEAD WITH HORNS FOR THE WORLD TO LAUGH AT TRUST ME AND TRY TO BELIEVE MY WORDS BUT A PORTION OF WHAT GOD'S PURPOSE MADE ME THE COWARD WITHIN ME CRIES FOR THIS AND I BEG YOU NOW AS I COME TO THE END TO REMEMBER THAT MEN AND WOMEN ARE ON EARTH TO TRAVEL ALL ON A DIFFERENT ROAD HEREAFTER THE ROAD MAY MEET I TRUST IN SOMETHING I KNOW NOT WHAT WELL THIS IS THE WAY OF IT STUNG WITH THE SHAME AND THE SECRET FURY THAT COMES TO THE MAN WHO HAS THROWN HIS PITTANCE OF SELF AT A TRAITOR'S FEET AND I WANDERED WEEKS AND WEEKS IN A BAFFLED FRENZY TILL AT LAST THE DEVIL SPOKE
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