And I lashed my wife and children,
Till at the breakfast-table
Hell sat laughing on the egg-cup.
Lie awake all night, quoth my two Masters,
And I tossed, and swore, and beat the pillow,
And kicked with disgust,
And slammed every door tight that leads to sleep and heaven.
[Credo, and Other Poems]
Foul Past, as my Master I scorn thee,
As my servant I love thee, dear Past.