Appraisal

Shall we two stand defaulting before God
Because our love braved summits of its own
Beyond the law's vouchsafement and the known
Broad highways that a million others trod?
Are we to rue that upward from the sod
Fearless we sprang, as to a blazoned throne,
Fulfilling passions neither could disown,
Swiftly achieving where the others plod?

Paolo and Francesca, sinning so,
Died glorified. Yea, out of such duress
Beauty derives, and all the wonder-glow
Of life. The crowds strive ever in the press
Of common cravings: but they are as though
Gone lost and crying in a wilderness.
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