Disclose thy high commission, Ogre blear,
Thou talon-fingered Horror, steely-lipped!”
Doubtfully ceased I: wound amid my frame
Raged complicated elements. Aerial thought
On metaphysic pinion soared aloft;
While tremulous passion struck my blood, and wrought
Sensual within me, fell and subtly soft.
Fear, anger, scorn and doubt, in complex claim
Tost all disorderly. Yet most to cleave
Decision knew I then, whate’er might be,