BOOK EIGHTH
Reading edition
“Who could resist? Who in this universe? She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime. She took me like a child of suckling-time, And cradled me in roses. Thus condemn’d, The current of my former life was stemm’d, And to this arbitrary queen of sense I bow’d a tranced vassal.”—KEATS, Endymion. “I am the resurrection and the life.”