What time I weathered out the coldest Chill
The oldest Giant found me on my Hill,
A Shaking of the Chain, a bitter Lip
He cursed me then — and follows with me still.
“I charge you, taste again the acid Rain
And bleach your Future at your Failure's Drain”
— He said, and drew a colder Breath than these:
“Your Love set you aside — but I remain!”
A visit then, from a discerning Blight
Who bade me lose my Hearing or my Sight;
I said, “No View holds Promise now for me,
But let me listen in that endless Night.”
