With every morn, my life
afresh must break
The crust of self, gathered
about me fresh;
That thy wind-spirit may rush
in and shake
The darkness out of me, and
rend the mesh
The spider-devils spin out of
the flesh –
Eager to net the soul before
it wake,
That it may slumberous lie,
and listen to the snake.
--George MacDonald
(1824-1905)
Image source: Eugene Berman (1899-1972), Young Man Asleep, https://ckclancy.wordpress.com/2010/10/11/museum-visit-young-man-asleep-by-eugene-berman/
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