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 You fool! you poet!

You who all mankind viewed-

So God, as sheep-:

The God to rend within mankind,

As the sheep in mankind,

And in rending laughing-

That, that is your own blessedness!

Of a panther and eagle- blessedness!

Of a poet and fool- the blessedness!- -

In evening's limpid air,

What time the moon's sickle,

Green, 'twixt the purple-glowings,

And jealous, steal'th forth:

-Of day the foe,

With every step in secret,

The rosy garland-hammocks

Downsickling, till they've sunken

Down nightwards, faded, downsunken:-

Thus had I sunken one day

From mine own truth-insanity,

From mine own fervid day-longings,

Of day aweary, sick of sunshine,

-Sunk downwards, evenwards, shadowwards:

By one sole trueness

All scorched and thirsty:

-Bethinkst you still, bethinkst you, burning heart,

How then you thirstedest?-

That I should banned be

From all the trueness!

Mere fool! Mere poet!