CHAPTER 108
CHAPTER CVIII
CHAPTER 108Visible text2 paragraphs
I will not shut me from my kind,
And, lest I stiffen into stone,
I will not eat my heart alone,
Nor feed with sighs a passing wind:
And, lest I stiffen into stone,
I will not eat my heart alone,
Nor feed with sighs a passing wind:
What profit lies in barren faith,
And vacant yearning, tho' with might
To scale the heaven's highest height,
Or dive below the wells of Death?
And vacant yearning, tho' with might
To scale the heaven's highest height,
Or dive below the wells of Death?