:38:02
I have thee not,
and yet I see thee still.
:38:08
Art thou not, fatal vision...
:38:11
...sensible to feeling as to sight?
:38:18
Or art thou but a dagger
of the mind...
:38:20
...a false creation, proceeding
from the heat-oppressed brain?
:38:28
I see thee yet...
:38:31
...in form as palpable as this
which now I draw.
:38:38
Thou marshal'st me the way
that I was going.
:38:42
And such an instrument I was to use.
:38:49
Mine eyes are made the fools
of the other senses...
:38:53
...or else worth all the rest.
:38:57
I see thee still!
:39:00
And on thy blade and dudgeon,
gouts of blood...
:39:04
...which was not so before.
:39:09
There's no such thing.
:39:12
It is the bloody business
which informs thus to mine eyes.
:39:20
Now o'er the one half-world
nature seems dead...
:39:28
... and withered murder,
alarmed by his sentinel, the wolf...
:39:33
... whose howl's his watch.
:39:36
Thus with his stealthy pace,
with Tarquin's ravishing strides...
:39:41
... towards his design
moves like a ghost.
:39:49
Thou sure and firm-set earth...
:39:52
... hear not my steps,
which way they walk...
:39:56
... for fear the very stones prate
of my whereabouts.