And a wind was groaning.
"Know!"—she smote my brow; a pain,
Riddling arrows, rent my brain,
Ceased and earth fell, some vast strain;—
And the sea was moaning, moaning;—
Then I understood all thought;
What was life the spirit fraught;
Love and hate; how worlds were wrought:—
And a wind was groaning.
Then the east one said to me: