XXXVIII

like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge⁠—as wild, untutored things are forced to feed⁠—Oh, life! ’tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but ’tis not me! that horror’s out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, phantom futures! Stand by me, hold me, bind me, O ye blessed influences!