To be alive──is Power.
Pain has an element of blank
When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.
Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.