Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.
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Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.
“Thy gracious ways,
O Lady of my heart, have
O’er all my thought their golden glamour cast;
As amber torch-flames, where strange men-at-arms
Tread softly ‘neath the damask shield of night,
Rise from the flowing steel in part reflected,
So on my mailed thought that with thee goeth,
Though dark the way, a golden glamour falleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”