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God knows I strive against low lust and vice,

Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair;

God knows that all their kisses are as ice

To me who do not care.

God knows, against the front of Fate I set

Eyes still and stern, and lips as bitter prest;

Raised clenched and ineffectual palms to let

Her rock-like pressing breast!

God knows what motive such large zeal inspires,

God knows the star for which I climb and crave,

God knows, and only God, the eating fires

That in my bosom rave.

I will not fall! I will not; thou dost lie!

Deep Hell! that seethest in thy simmering pit;

Thy thousand throned horrors shall not vie,

Or ever compass it!

But as thou sinkest from my soul away,

So shall I rise, rolled in the morning's rose,

Beyond this world, this life, this little day —

God knows! God knows! God knows!