As through a haunted brain-- With tireless footfalls The Obsession moves again, Trying the floor, the walls, Forever, but in vain. In vain, proud Force! A might, Shrewder than yours, did spin Around your rage that bright Prison of steel, wherein You pace for my delight. And O, my heart, what Doom, What warier Will has wrought The cage, within whose room Paces your burning thought, For the delight of Whom? [Illustration] Transcriber’s Note: The first illustration is the cover; the last illustration is the publisher’s logo. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Black Panther, by John Hall Wheelock