Chapters 20
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1 Remembrance - Read by ADD 2:32
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, Do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart forever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven, no other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear heart was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. And when my days of golden dreams have perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine. Stemly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once, drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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2 Remembrance - Read by AE 2:26
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Served at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore.
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive, if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave. With Thee. But when my days of golden dreams has perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after Thine, sternly denied its Burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now, I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world?
Again.
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3 Remembrance - Read by BS 2:45
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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4 Remembrance - Read by CJMB 2:25
Remembrance by Emily Bronte Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, Do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore? Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering.
Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, no other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine. Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine.
And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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5 Remembrance - Read by DL 2:10
Remembrance by Emily Bronte. Cold in the earth, and deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover thy noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is a spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams have perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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6 Remembrance - Read by EAW 2:40
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave, Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover that noble heart forever, evermore.
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering.
Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires, and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now— I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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7 Remembrance - Read by EEP 2:30
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, severed at last by time's awe-wetting wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora shore, resting their wings, where heath and fernuse cover that noble heart for ever, evermore.
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change. and suffering.
Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain.
Once, drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world? again.
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8 Remembrance - Read by ELH 2:51
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave.
Have I forgot my only love to love thee?
Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave.
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings where heath and fern leaps cover, that noble heart for ever, evermore.
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers, From these brown hills have melted into spring.
Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, after such years of change and suffering.
Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me.
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given.
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine, and even now I dare not let it languish. Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain.
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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9 Remembrance - Read by GNB 2:28
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, When alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart forever? Evermore? Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering.
Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine.
And even now I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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10 Remembrance- Read by HP 1:58
Remembrance by Emily Bronte Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring, faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven, no other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, all my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. One's drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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11 Remembrance - Read by JVW 2:48
Remembrance by Emily Bronte. Caught in the earth, on the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, caught in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-rearing wave.
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore.
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed, is a spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering.
Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shunned for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave we see. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed, Without the aid of joy.
Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine.
And even now, I dare not let it languish. Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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12 Remembrance - Read by KLH 2:38
Remembrance by Emily Bronte. Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed. Without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave, already more than mine. And even now, I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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13 Remembrance - Read by LEB 2:10
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore? Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover, that noble heart for ever, evermore? Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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14 Remembrance - Read by LKP 1:55
Remembrance by Emily Bronte. Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore. Resting their wings, where heath and fern leaves cover, that noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers, from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me.
Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten, Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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15 Remembrance - Read by MEG 2:08
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgotten my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angola's shore. Resting their wings, where heath and fern leaves cover that noble heart for ever, evermore.
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me. Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, no other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from my dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave of thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, And fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now, I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world again?
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16 Remembrance - Read by MFS 2:13
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, Do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover that noble heart forever, evermore? Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee. While the world's tide is bearing me along, sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven, no other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now— I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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17 Remembrance - Read by MM 1:47
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow pout above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the drury grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee? Severed at last by time's all-wearing ways. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and firm leaves cover, That noble heart for ever. Evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers, from these brown hills, have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee. While the world's tide is bearing me along, sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. And when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fenced without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave. Already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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18 Remembrance - read by ND 2:07
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth and deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in thy dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now when alone do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore. Resting their wings, where a heath and fern leaves cover, that noble heart forever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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19 Remembrance - Read by NI 2:19
Remembrance by Emily Bronte.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover. Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings, where heath and fern-leaves cover, That noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild decembers, From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hazen, down to that grave, already more than mine, And even now I dared not let it languish, dared not indulge in memories rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?
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20 Remembrance - Read by Secrets 2:47
Remembrance Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, Do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore? Resting their wings, we're hearth and fern leaves cover, that noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers from these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the whirl's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.
No other sun has brightened up my heaven. No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave. Already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world again?