XCVII.

Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me,--could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul--heart--mind--passions--feelings--strong or weak-- All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel--and yet breathe--into _one_ word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.