"Embrace him, madman!" Palma cried,
Who through the laugh saw sweat-drops burst apace,
And his lips blanching: he did not embrace
Sordello, but he laid Sordello's hand
On his own eyes, mouth, forehead.
Understand,
This while Sordello was becoming flushed
And Sordello the finally-determined,
Out of his whiteness; thoughts rushed, fancies rushed;
He pressed his hand upon his head and signed