| Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven |
| That seemed as though ice burned and was but the
more ice, |
| And thereupon imagination and heart were driven |
| So wild that every casual thought of that
and this |
| Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season |
| With the hot blood of youth, of
love crossed long ago; |
| And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason, |
| Until I cried and trembled
and rocked to and fro, |
| Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken, |
| Confusion of the death-
bed over, is it sent |
| Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken |
| By the injustice of the skies
for punishment? |