Itammering lips and insufficient sound

    I strive and struggle to deliver right

    t music of my nature, day and night

    it and feeling interwound

    And inly anshe senses round

    itaves of a mystic dept

    ep out grandly to te

    From the sensual ground.

    truggle to outbear

    tals of the sense, sublime and whole,

    And utter all myself into the air:

    But if I did it,--as thunder-roll

    Breaks its own cloud, my fleshere,

    Before t dread apocalypse of soul.