His splendid heart is set within a frame <br />Of manly massiveness, and giant limbs. <br />And strong to move, he helps the maimed and the lame, <br />While his pride of strength the laugher brims <br />His eyes and spreads. He heaves his might chest <br />In mirth at every feeble joke and jest. <br />But sometimes in the height of joy he’ll start <br />Pale-cheeked, as though within his ear he heard <br />Some shocking whisper calling at this heart, <br />And knew the call, and trembled at its word. <br />And so he passes into horridness, <br />Within the claw of some hot fiend of prey, <br />And fights with blinded hands and pitiless, <br />Till back again he lisps his dreary way.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-epileptic/
