XCVII.

Could I embody and unbosom now

That which is most within me,—could I wreak

My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw

Soul—heart—mind—passions—feelings—strong or weak—

All that I would have sought, and all I seek,

Bear, know, feel—and yet breathe—into one word,

And that one word were Lightning, I would speak;

But as it is, I live and die unheard,

With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.

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