Vii

So Tolstoy passed, and passing left behind Not great themes only, but himself a great And tragic Theme. Another shares his state, Supreme within the kingdom of the mind, As he where soul and body meet, combined In lovely earth-forms. Dostoievsky, late Thou cam’st into thine own, thy bitter fate To be an exile; for the world is blind. But in thy mantic cavern, undismayed Amongst thy spirits, named and known so well, Each a familiar, and thyself a shade, By whitest light of heaven, by reddest hell, Unscorched, unblinded, wrapt yet unafraid, And true to thine own Passion, thou dost dwell.

HESEPE, 26th May