itammering lips and insufficient sound
I strive and struggle to deliver right
t music of my nature, day and night
it and feeling interwound
And inly anshe senses round
itaves of a mystic dept
ep out grandly to te
From the sensual ground.
truggle to outbear
tals of the sense, sublime and whole,
And utter all myself into the air:
But if I did it,--as thunder-roll
Breaks its own cloud, my fleshere,
Before t dread apocalypse of soul.