Then trembles into silence as before."


and more particularly the second verse:


"There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp
Burns the slow flame, eternal--but unseen;
Which not the darkness of despair can damp,
Though vain its ray as it had never been."


love again asserted itself. It was not love for a person; perhaps it
was hardly love so much as the capacity for love. Whatever it may
be, henceforth this is what love will be in him, and it will be fully
maintained, though it knows no actual object. It will manifest
itself in suppressed force, seeking for exit in a thousand
directions; sometimes grotesque perhaps, but always force. It will
give energy to expression, vitality to his admiration of the
beautiful, devotion to his worship, enthusiasm to his zeal for
freedom. More than this, it will NOT make his private life
unbearable by contrast; rather the reverse. The vision of Medora
will not intensify the shadow over Rosoman Street, Clerkenwell, but
will soften it.



CHAPTER II--OUTSIDE PIKE STREET