As though with heat self-kindled to grow warm;
I FEEL that I'm possess'd of nought,Saving the free unfetterd thought
I saw i' the shadow
Rules the moon in majesty.
The good we still as good shall find.
I'd fain, in speeches sweet with skill combin'd,
Fav'rest the foe in fight.As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
The Prophet hath caress'd.