Note oq — CANTO THE FOURTH[375]
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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 What hath beheld me quiver on my brow seen my mind's convulsion leave it blenched or weak? Or my internal spirit changed or weak found my mind convulsed a But in this page the record which I seek will from out of the deep stands and of that remorse Shall stand and when that hour shall come and come Shall come—though I be ashes—and shall pile heap It will come 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 ashes a deep far hour shall wreak The fullness Thee this The deep prophetic fullness of my verse And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse.—[MS. M.]