The Little Passion

From " An Agony in the Garret "

Upon those stifling August nights
I know he used to walk the streets
Now following the lines of lights
Or diving into dark retreats

Or following the lines of lights
And knowing well to what they lead:
To one inevitable cross
Whereon our souls are pinned, and bleed.
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