Thy heart’s aroma, personality
In sooth, shall flourish yet, for good or ill,
Upon the broad Earth’s face. So take my voice,
And, knowing it true, utterly cast thy choice!
I am thine Ultimate Good, Supreme, and Free,
Nothing above me in the wide Universe.”
Then from my lips broke there a bitter curse.
Glib the words struck with subtle irony
Traverse athwart my hope. Vivid and strong
My thought had stood dilate, passionately