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- DEMON AND BEAST
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- FOR certain minutes at the least
- That crafty demon and that loud beast
- That plague me day and night
- Ran out of my sight;
- Though I had long perned in the gyre,
- Between my hatred and desire.
- I saw my freedom won
- And all laugh in the sun.
- The glittering eyes in a death's head
- Of old Luke Wadding's portrait said
- Welcome, and the Ormondes all
- Nodded upon the wall,
- And even Strafford smiled as though
- It made him happier to know
- I understood his plan.
- Now that the loud beast ran
- There was no portrait in the Gallery
- But beckoned to sweet company,
- For all men's thoughts grew clear
- Being dear as mine are dear.
- But soon a tear-drop started up,
- For aimless joy had made me stop
- Beside the little lake
- To watch a white gull take
- A bit of bread thrown up into the air;
- Now gyring down and perning there
- He splashed where an absurd
- Portly green-pated bird
- Shook off the water from his back;
- Being no more demoniac
- A stupid happy creature
- Could rouse my whole nature.
- Yet I am certain as can be
- That every natural victory
- Belongs to beast or demon,
- That never yet had freeman
- Right mastery of natural things,
- And that mere growing old, that brings
- Chilled blood, this sweetness brought;
- Yet have no dearer thought
- Than that I may find out a way
- To make it linger half a day.
- O what a sweetness strayed
- Through barren Thebaid,
- Or by the Mareotic sea
- When that exultant Anthony
- And twice a thousand more
- Starved upon the shore
- And withered to a bag of bones!
- What had the Caesars but their thrones?
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