Or how thou wilt! Yet if not so, declare
Thy dread commission, bounden upon my soul!
Expound me aught for iridescent goal
Whereto this region stretches! Do I fall,
Pale Ogre, how shall large omnipotence
Brace thy lean thew? Oh, speak! I conjure thee, speak!
If on a bleak
Perilous pivot swung; if in the abyss
Of Failure clutched, while subtle whispers hiss
Sinuous about me—say, what benison fair