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Wild heart, wild head, and, in the tragic act
Itself revealed, high heaven beyond all reach,—
Body and soul, the image of myself,
As in a glass reflected and deformed,
Though in another birth: such had I been,
Such was, the mould and feature of despair;
And swift desire sprang flaming from my breast
To be his helper unto beauty lost.
I drew him to me, cherished him, and loved.
There God found me, even in the touch of hands
And hearts, that doubled the great universe,
Making us one; nor one with him alone
I had become, but wheresoe'er I went
And spoke unto the hearts of fellow-men
Though fallen and in desolate misery sunk,
There life in all made answer, ''T is thyself!'
It may be that God lives in star and flower
And others find Him there; but me He found
In my own heart, which is the heart of man."
"Allah il Allah! wonderful his works!"
Intoned the Moslem; but the Roamer hid
The words within his heart, and well he marked
The soft light dwelling in the other's eyes,
The ray of love, bright beaming, as he spoke.
"Life is the only comment on the heart

That speaks within us, eloquent of love,"