Around he looked with blood-shot eyes of red
As all around proceeded by the Principles
He had to above full - yet enough Will
To let his primitive wildness go intact
And his bosom breathing with misty breath
It was enough for horror to be crowned
It was enough for beauty to be crowned
Mistress o All, the All from height to depth.
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