Suddenly I saw the coldand rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heartwere driven
So wildthat every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quick en,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken