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lt remain Formed as thou art. I may dismiss the mould Of shadow, which must turn to flesh, to incase This daring soul, which could achieve no less Without it. _Arn._ Had no power presented me The possibility of change, I would Have done the best which spirit may to make 330 Its way with all Deformity's dull, deadly, Discouraging weight upon me, like a mountain, In feeling, on my heart as on my shoulders-- A hateful and unsightly molehill to The eyes of happier men. I would have looked On Beauty in that sex which is the type Of all we know or dream of beautiful, Beyond the world they brighten, with a sigh-- Not of love, but despair; nor sought to win, Though to a heart all love, what could not love me 340 In turn, because of this vile crooked clog, Which makes me lonely. Nay, I could have borne It all, had not my mother spurned me from her. The she-bear licks her cubs into a sort Of shape;--my Dam beheld my shape was hopeless. Had she exposed me, like the Spartan, ere I knew the passionate part of life, I had Been a clod of the valley,--happier nothing Than what I am. But even thus--the lowest, Ugliest, and meanest of mankind--what courage 350 And perseverance could have done, perchance Had made me something--as it has made heroes Of the same mould as mine. You lately saw me Master of my own life, and quick to quit it; And he who is so is the master of Whatever dreads to die. _Stran._ Decide between What you have been, or will be. _Arn._ I have done so. You have opened brighter prospects to my eyes, And sweeter to my heart. As I am now, I might be feared--admired--respected--loved 360 Of all save those next to me, of whom I Would be beloved. As thou showest me A choice of forms, I take the one I view. Haste! haste! _Stran._ And what shall _I_ wear? _Arn._ Surely, he Who can command all forms will choose the highest, Something superior even to that which was Pelides now before us. Perhaps _his_ Who slew him, that of Paris: or--still higher-- The Poet's God, clothed in such limbs as are Themselves a poetry. _Stran._ Less w
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