One, Two, Three, Four, I Refuse To Name, After These, Comes Altieri; Then Come You Seventh On The List You Are, Unless . . . Ha, Ha, How Can A Dead Hand Give A Friend A Lift? Are You The Person To Despise The Help O' The Head Shall Drop In Pannier Presently? So A Child Seesaws On Or Kicks Away The Fulcrum-Stone That's All The Sage Requires To Fit His Lever To And Move The World. Cardinal, I Adjure You In God'S Name, Save My Life, Fall At The Pope'S Feet, Set Forth Things Your Own Fashion, Not In Words Like These Made For A Sense Like Yours Who Apprehend! Translate Into The Court-Conventional 'Count Guido Must Not Die, Is Innocent! 'Fair, Be Assured! But What An He Were Foul, 'Blood-Drenched And Murder-Crusted Head To Foot? 'Spare One Whose Death Insults The Emperor, 'And Outrages The Louis You So Love! 'He Has Friends Who Will Avenge Him; Enemies 'Who Hate The Church Now With Impunity 'Missing The Old Coercive: Would You Send 'A Soul Straight To Perdition, Dying Frank 'An Atheist?' Go And Say This, For God'S Sake! Why, You Don't Think I Hope You'll Say One Word? Neither Shall I Persuade You From Your Stand Nor You Persuade Me From My Station: Take Your Crucifix Away, I Tell You Twice! Come, I Am Tired Of Silence! Pause Enough! You Have Prayed: I Have Gone Inside My Soul And Shut Its Door Behind Me: 'Tis Your Torch Makes The Place Dark, The Darkness Let Alone Grows Tolerable Twilight, One May Grope And Get To Guess At Length And Breadth And Depth. What Is This Fact I Feel Persuaded Of This Something Like A Foothold In The Sea, Although Saint Peter'S Bark Scuds, Billow-Borne, Leaves Me To Founder Where It Flung Me First? Spite Of Your Splashing, I Am High And Dry! God Takes His Own Part In Each Thing He Made; Made For A Reason, He Conserves His Work, Gives Each Its Proper Instinct Of Defence. My Lamblike Wife Could Neither Bark Nor Bite, She Bleated, Bleated, Till For Pity Pure, The Village Roused It, Ran With Pole And Prong To The Rescue, And Behold The Wolf'S At Bay! Shall He Try Bleating? Or Take Turn Or Two, Since The Wolf Owns To Kinship With The Fox, And Failing To Escape The Foe By These, Give Up Attempt, Die Fighting Quietly? The Last Bad Blow That Strikes Fire In At Eye And On To Brain, And So Out, Life And All, How Can It But Be Cheated Of A Pang While, Fighting Quietly, The Jaws Enjoy Their Re-Embrace In Mid Back-Bone They Break, After Their Weary Work Thro' The Foes' Flesh? That's The Wolf-Nature. Don't Mistake My Trope! The Cardinal Is Qualmish! Eminence, My Fight Is Figurative, Blows I' The Air, Brain-War With Powers And Principalities, Spirit-Bravado, No Real Fisticuffs! I Shall Not Presently, When The Knock Comes, Cling To This Bench Nor Flee The Hangman'S Face, No, Trust Me! I Conceive Worse Lots Than Mine. Whether It Be The Old Contagious Fit And Plague O' The Prison Have Surprised Me Too, The Appropriate Drunkenness Of The Death-Hour Creep On My Sense, The Work O' The Wine And Myrrh, I Know Not, I Begin To Taste My Strength, Careless, Gay Even: What's The Worth Of Life? The Pope Is Dead, My Murderous Old Man, For Tozzi Told Me So: And You, Forsooth Why, You Don't Think, Abate, Do Your Best, You'll Live A Year More With That Hacking Cough And Blotch Of Crimson Where The Cheek'S A Pit? Tozzi Has Got You Also Down In Book. Cardinal, Only Seventh Of Seventy Near, Is Not One Called Albano In The Lot? Go Eat Your Heart, You'll Never Be A Pope! Inform Me, Is It True You Left Your Love, A Pucci, For Promotion In The Church? SHe's More Than In The Church, In The Churchyard! Plautilla Pucci, Your Affianced Bride, Has Dust Now In The Eyes That Held The Love, And Martinez, Suppose They Make You Pope, Stops That With Veto, So, Enjoy Yourself! I See You All Reel To The Rock, You Waves Some Forthright, Some Describe A Sinuous Track, Some Crested, Brilliantly With Heads Above, Some In A Strangled Swirl Sunk Who Knows How, But All Bound Whither The Main-Current Sets, Rockward, An End In Foam For All Of You! What If I Am O'Ertaken, Pushed To The Front By All You Crowding Smoother Souls Behind, And Reach, A Minute Sooner Than Was Meant, The Boundary, Whereon I Break To Mist? Go To! The Smoothest Safest Of You All, Most Perfect And Compact Wave In My Train, Spite Of The Blue Tranquillity Above, Spite Of The Breadth Before Of Lapsing Peace Where Broods The Halcyon And The Fish Leaps Free, Will Presently Begin To Feel The Prick At Lazy Heart, The Push At Torpid Brain, Will Rock Vertiginously In Turn, And Reel, And, Emulative, Rush To Death Like Me: Later Or Sooner By A Minute Then, So Much For The Untimeliness Of Death, And, As Regards The Manner That Offends, The Rude And Rough, I Count The Same For Gain Be The Act Harsh And Quick! Undoubtedly The Soul'S Condensed And, Twice Itself, Expands To Burst Thro' Life, In Alternation Due, Into The Other State Whate'Er It Prove. You Never Know What Life Means Till You Die: Even Throughout Life, 'Tis Death That Makes Life Live, Gives It Whatever The Significance. For See, On Your Own Ground And Argument, Suppose Life Had No Death To Fear, How Find A Possibility Of Nobleness In Man, Prevented Daring Any More? What's Love, What's Faith Without A Worst To Dread? Lack-Lustre Jewelry; But Faith And Love With Death Behind Them Bidding Do Or Die Put Such A Foil At Back, The Sparkle'S Born! From Out Myself How The Strange Colours Come! Is There A New Rule In Another World? Be Sure I Shall Resign Myself: As Here I Recognised No Law I Could Not See, There, What I See, I Shall Acknowledge Too: On Earth I Never Took The Pope For God, In Heaven I Shall Scarce Take God For The Pope. Unmanned, Remade: I Hold It Probable With Something Changeless At The Heart Of Me To Know Me By, Some Nucleus That's Myself: Accretions Did It Wrong? Away With Them You Soon Shall See The Use Of Fire! Till When, All That Was, Is; And Must For Ever Be. Nor Is It In Me To Unhate My Hates, I Use Up My Last Strength To Strike Once More Old Pietro In The Wine-House-Gossip-Face, To Trample Underfoot The Whine And Wile Of That Violante, And I Grow One Gorge To Loathingly Reject Pompilia'S Pale Poison My Hasty Hunger Took For Food. A Strong Tree Wants No Wreaths About Its Trunk, No Cloying Cups, No Sickly Sweet Of Scent, But Sustenance At Root, A Bucketful. How Else Lived That Athenian Who Died So, Drinking Hot Bull'S-Blood, Fit For Men Like Me? I Lived And Died A Man, And Take Man'S Chance, Honest And Bold: Right Will Be Done To Such. Who Are These You Have Let Descend My Stair? Ha, Their Accursed Psalm! Lights At The Sill! Is It 'Open' They Dare Bid You? Treachery! Sirs, Have I Spoken One Word All This While Out Of The World Of Words I Had To Say? Not One Word! All Was Folly I Laughed And Mocked! Sirs, My First True Word All Truth And No Lie, Is Save Me Notwithstanding! Life Is All! I Was Just Stark Mad, Let The Madman Live Pressed By As Many Chains As You Please Pile! Don't Open! Hold Me From Them! I Am Yours, I Am The Granduke'S No, I Am The Pope'S! Abate, Cardinal, Christ, Maria, God, . . . Pompilia, Will You Let Them Murder Me?