have I
longed to
pin them
fast with
the jagged
gold-wires
of light-
ning, that
I might,
like the
thunder,
beat the
drum upon
their
kettle-bellies:—
—An angry
drummer,
because
they rob
me of thy
Yea and
Amen!—thou
heaven
above me,
thou pure,
thou
luminous
heaven!
Thou abyss
of light!—
because
they rob
thee of my
Yea and
Amen. For
rather
will I
have noise
and
thunders
and
tempest-blasts,
than this
discreet,
doubting
cat-repose;
and also
amongst
men do I
hate most
