 | Euphrenia or the Test of Love |  |
XX.
Thus long in musing mood he stood,And watched the threatened storm,
Its fitful violence awoke
The soul's undying worm;
The lightning's fierce and livid flash,
So short and yet so bright,
Which rendered blacker tenfold
The darkness of the night,
Suggested to his conscious heart
Unbridled passion's joy
Blazing in lawless wantonness,
To wither and destroy.
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