LEAGUES before me, leagues behind,
Clamor warring wastes of flood,
All the streams of all the worlds
Flung together, mad of mood;
Through the canon beats a sound,
Regular of interval,
Distant, drumming, muffled, dull,
Thunderously rhythmical;
Crafts slip by my startled soul —
Soul that cowers, a thing apart —
They are corpuscles of blood!
That’s the throbbing of a heart!
God of terrors! — am I mad? —
Through my body, mine own soul,
Shrunken to an atom’s size,
Voyages toward an unguessed goal!
(Donald Marquis)
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