Insanity! two leaves that dabbled down,
Touched me with drizzle; and that laugh--ah, well,
No laugh! an owlet hooting at the frown
Night's hag-face tortures while she works her spell.
Yet I had sworn, before those kisses fell
Like winter on me, black as broken jet,
An occult blackness like the Prince of Hell,
A woman's hand had brushed my face--and yet,
A bat it might have been made mad with wind and wet.