Of lust, the cruel torment of desire 
More than hell fire, 
And bid them fade, as if the bryony 
Let her flower die, 
And banished them through space, as if a star 
Dropped through the far 
Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct 
With blood-red tinct, 
Went out.  So lonely in mysterious night 
A wild, strange light 
Flickers around the sacred head of man, 
And bids him scan 
The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, 
Black with no blot 
Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue 
That mothers dew, 
This message of good hope, good trust, good 
fate 
And good estate : 
Work on, hope ever, let your faith be built 
Of gold ungilt ; 
Your love exceed the starry vault for height, 
The heaven for might ; 
 
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