  If there be any power in passion’s prayer— But no: such ultimate longings have no word: There is no eloquence in last despair. Many have voiced their pain & answer heard; Though ’twere but this, that to give bodied form To grief, call’d their own heart to combat it: But not ev’n thus can I pray;—thou strong storm, All-overpowering, baffling bravest wit, Wild spirit spurning cage of time or name, Furious intangible fire, no duteous thought Can deal with thee, to no calm altar-flame Confine, nor wish acceptable,—O if aught From such dumb need can reach aught’s hearing ear, This is it now, O hear, O hear, O hear!
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