Sidney Lanier

“ Of woods and grass and yellow grain
Doth ravish the soul and sense:
And never a sigh beneath the sky,
And folk that smile and gaze above—’
‘But saw’st thou here, with thine own eye,
Hell?’ quoth Love. ”

“ It lieth within, it lieth within:’
(‘Where?’ quoth Love)
“‘I saw a man sit by a corse;
‘Hell’s in the murderer’s breast: remorse!’
Thus clamored his mind to his mind:
Not fleshly dole is the sinner’s goal,
Hell’s not below, nor yet above,
’Tis fixed in the ever-damned soul—’
‘Fixed?’ quoth Love—
“‘Fixed: follow me, would’st thou but see:
He weepeth under yon willow tree,
Fast chained to his corse,’ quoth Mind. ”

“ No need nor seed of it here Above;
In dreams of hate true loves begin.’
‘True,’ quoth Love.
“‘Now strange,’ quoth Sense, and ‘Strange,’ quoth Mind,
‘We saw it, and yet ’tis hard to find,
—But we saw it,’ quoth Sense and Mind. ”