Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

The danger of feeling is in this, that

too terrible for flesh, it may remember

some slight kinship with divinity, and ever

after stick with that, and all the note

of a song has to undo's harder. In

pity and fear love finds its birth, and from

terror and pity love flies like a god come

into its own, still being where it has been.

The danger of feeling's flesh, all else immortal,

calm, self-contained and self-renewing, ever

the same whomever yet may now endeavor

to tell what soul it lives beyond body's recall.

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