CXXXIV.
And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now[1]
I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak
Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak;
But in this page a record will I seek.
Not in the air shall these my words disperse,
Though I be ashes; a far hour shall wreak
The deep prophetic fulness of this verse,
And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse!
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'tis not that now
And if my voice break forth—it is not that
I shrink from what is suffered—let him speak
decline upon my
Whohumbler in
Whathath beheldme quiver on mybrow
seen my mind's convulsion leave itblenched orweak?
Ormy internal spirit changed or weak
found my mind convulsed
a
But in this pagetherecordwhichI seek
will
from out the deep
stands andof that remorse
Shall stand and when that hour shall come and come
Shall come though I be ashes and shall pile heap
It willcome and wreak
In fire the measure
The fiery prophecy
The fullness of my
The fullness of my prophecy or heap
The mountain of my curse
Not in the air shall these my words disperse
'Tis written that an hour of deep remorse
Though I be ashesa deepfar hour shall wreak
The fullness Theethis
The deep prophetic fullness ofmyverse
And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse.—[MS. M.]