Because he puts the compromising chart <br />Of hell before your eyes, you are afraid; <br />Because he counts the price that you have paid <br />For innocence, and counts it from the start, <br />You loathe him. But he sees the human heart <br />Of God meanwhile, and in His hand was weighed <br />Your squeamish and emasculate crusade <br />Against the grim dominion of his art. <br /> <br />Never until we conquer the uncouth <br />Connivings of our shamed indifference <br />(We call it Christian faith) are we to scan <br />The racked and shrieking hideousness of Truth <br />To find, in hate’s polluted self-defence <br />Throbbing, the pulse, the divine heart of man.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zola/
