As it was, I early came to drink of the bitter cup; and sorrow,
whilst it cuts us off from the outer, drives us back upon the inner
world;-- and then the unquiet demon of ceaseless thought is roused,
and the brain becomes "a whirling gulf of phantasy and flame," and
we rave and--write! Yes, write! And men read and talk about genius,
and, God help them! Often envy its unhappy possessors the fatal gift
which lies upon heart and brain like molten lead! Of all who have
gained eminence among men as poets, how few are there of whom it may
not be justly said, "They have come up through much tribulation."

G. W. S.



CONTENTS

Mazelli,
Canto I.,
Canto II.,
Canto III.,
The Misanthrope Reclaimed,
Act I.,
Act II.,
Act III.,
Act IV.,
Miscellaneous Poems,



Dedication.