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F but some vengeful god would call to meFrom up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,That thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!” Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than IHad willed and meted me the tears I shed. But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?—Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan . . .These purblind Doomsters had as readily strownBlisses about my pilgrimage as pain. 1866. “IN VISION I ROAMED”TO — IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament,So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan,As though with an awed sense of such ostent;And as I thought my spirit ranged on and on In footless traverse through ghast heights of sky,To the last chambers of the monstrous Dome,Where stars the brightest here to darkness die:Then, any spot on our own Earth seemed Home! And the sick grief that you were far awayGrew pleasant thankfulness that you were near?Who might have been, set on some outstep sphere,Less than a Want to me, as day by dayI lived unware, uncaring all that layLocked in that Universe taciturn and drear. 1866.
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