The man is apathetic, you deduce? Able and weak affects the very brutes And birds-how say I? flowers of the field · In a master's workshop, loving what they make. According to some preconceived design, Its cause and cure - and I must hold my peace! Thou wilt object – why have I not ere this Accused, our learning's fate, of wizardry, And creed prodigious as described to me. To occult learning in our lord the sage That lived there in the pyramid alone) Was wrought by the mad people that's their wont On vain recourse, as I conjecture it, To his tried virtue, for miraculous help How could he stop the earthquake? That's their way! The other imputations must be lies: But take one-though I loathe to give it thee, Is stark mad should we count on what he says? Perhaps not though in writing to a leech "Tis well to keep back nothing of a case.) This man so cured regards the curer then, Creator and Sustainer of the world, That came and dwelt in flesh on it awhile! - 'Sayeth that such an One was born and lived, Taught, healed the sick, broke bread at his own house, Then died, with Lazarus by, for aught I know, And yet was. . . what I said nor choose repeat, And must have so avouched himself, in fact, In hearing of this very Lazarus Who saith but why all this of what he saith? Why write of trivial matters, things of price I noticed on the margin of a pool Blue-flowering borage, the Aleppo sort, It is strange ! Thy pardon for this long and tedious case, Which, now that I review it, needs must seem Nor I myself discern in what is writ Good cause for the peculiar interest And awe indeed this man has touched me with. The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself. Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, But love I gave thee, with Myself to love, And thou must love me who have died for thee!" The madman saith He said so it is strange. MESMERISM. 1. ALL I believed is true! I am able yet All I want to get By a method as strange as new: Dare I trust the same to you? 2. If at night, when doors are shut, And the wood-worm picks, And the death-watch ticks, And the bar has a flag of smut, And a cat's in the water-butt 3. And the socket floats and flares, And the house-beams groan, And a foot unknown Is surmised on the garret-stairs, 4. And the spider, to serve his ends, Arms and legs outspread, On the table's midst descends, Comes to find, God knows what friends! 5. If since eve drew in, I say, (So to speak) my thought To bear on the woman away, Till I felt my hair turn gray 6. Till I seemed to have and hold In the vacancy "Twixt the wall and me, From the hair-plait's chestnut-gold 7. Have and hold, then and there, Her, from head to foot, |