Part 9 (1/2)

The Third Voice

[Picture: Quick tears were raining down his face]

Not long this transport held its place: Within a little moment's s.p.a.ce Quick tears were raining down his face

His heart stood still, aghast with fear; A wordless voice, nor far nor near, He seemed to hear and not to hear.

”Tears kindle not the doubtful spark.

If so, why not? Of this remark The bearings are profoundly dark.”

”Her speech,” he said, ”hath caused this pain.

Easier I count it to explain The jargon of the howling main,

”Or, stretched beside some babbling brook, To con, with inexpressive look, An unintelligible book.”

Low spake the voice within his head, In words imagined more than said, Soundless as ghost's intended tread:

”If thou art duller than before, Why quittedst thou the voice of lore?

Why not endure, expecting more?”

”Rather than that,” he groaned aghast, ”I'd writhe in depths of cavern vast, Some loathly vampire's rich repast.”

[Picture: He groaned aghast]

”'Twere hard,” it answered, ”themes immense To coop within the narrow fence That rings _thy_ scant intelligence.”

”Not so,” he urged, ”nor once alone: But there was something in her tone That chilled me to the very bone.

”Her style was anything but clear, And most unpleasantly severe; Her epithets were very queer.

”And yet, so grand were her replies, I could not choose but deem her wise; I did not dare to criticise;

”Nor did I leave her, till she went So deep in tangled argument That all my powers of thought were spent.”

A little whisper inly slid, ”Yet truth is truth: you know you did.”

A little wink beneath the lid.

And, sickened with excess of dread, p.r.o.ne to the dust he bent his head, And lay like one three-quarters dead

The whisper left him-like a breeze Lost in the depths of leafy trees- Left him by no means at his ease.

Once more he weltered in despair, With hands, through denser-matted hair, More tightly clenched than then they were.