From weary chime to chime,
With one besetting, horrid hint,
That racked[1135] me all the time—
A mighty yearning like the first
Fierce impulse unto crime.
“One stern tyrannic thought, that made
All other thoughts its slave;[1136]
Stronger and stronger every pulse
Did that temptation crave,
Still urging me to go[1137] and see