Standing in a dreamlike place
I heard a voice, without a face ask - apparently of me - ``Choose which you would rather see in this world of perfidy: A bringing-down? A casting-out? Or a marvelous turn-about?''
A voice within addressed me thus: and mine, I knew, the awesome choice.
A foe destroyed? Or foe to share such grace as I, one midnight hour (brought to my knees in black despair)
knew only as
Keeping in unlost touch with me.