Poem 218 (Brain on fire and heart aflame…)

Brain on fire and heart aflame; Yet I could not speak for shame, And I stammered when I tried to speak the name.

Gone the light and vanished all the glory, Clasping, grasping Fancy strives in vain; None can sing the song or tell the story, Walls are only walls again, Now the stammering tongue speaks plain. O, the ache of dreary dullness worse than pain.