Page:The Unconquered Air, Coates, 1912.djvu/58

 42 With pain-shut eyes I lay,

Wishing yet dreading day

That with strange pangs untold

Should come, my frame to rack in a new way,

And powerless to free

Myself, despairingly,

"From the body of this death,"

I moaned, "Who shall deliver me?"

Then, all my pulses stirred,

Awed and amazed, I heard—

Uttered with calming breath

Distinct and clear, apart from me—a word,

In far Judaea taught,

That instant freedom brought,—

Winging my soul's escape

Through the blest miracle of heavenly thought.

And in the dreaming dawn,

Waiting, all fear withdrawn,

I knew the coward Shape

From out my life forevermore was gone.