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There, I maddened! her words stung me.
Life swept through me into fever,
And my soul sprang up astonished, sprang,
full-statured in an hour.

Know you what it is when anguish, with apocalyptic NEVER,

To a Pythian height dilates you, - and despair sublimes to power?

From my brain, the soul-wings budded, waved a flame about my body, Whence conventions coiled to ashes. I felt self-drawn out, as man, 270 From amalgamate false natures, and I saw the skies grow ruddy

With the deepening feet of angels, and I knew what spirits can.

We are fools to your deductions, in these figments of heart-closing; We are traitors to your causes, in these sympathies defiled.

'Learn more reverence, madam, not for rank or wealth that needs no learning, That comes quickly quick as sin does, aye, and culminates to sin;

But for Adam's seed, MAN! Trust me, 't is
a clay above your scorning,
With God's image stamped upon it, and
God's kindling breath within.

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