Nothing but love: in vain my thoughts evoke
That light amidst the deadly night and smoke
Of this dread hour: there’s nothing serves nor skills
Here, since that -hateful “I” of me awoke,
Making me separate from the wings of life.
Nothing avails me of the cruel strife
With my own being: hideous sorrow fills
My heart—O misery! my wife! my wife!
Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute,
Let me be man! discard the wailing lute
And wake the lyre: the mightier than me
Drag up the courage in me to dispute
The battle with despair: awake the strings
Stronger than earth, than the immortal kings
Alike of death and life: invoke the sea
That I may cross her on the viewless wings
Of song, find out the desolating river
That girds the earth, unloose the silver quiver,
Choosing an arrow of sharp song to run
Down to the waters that lament for ever :—.
And cleave them! That my song’s insistent spell
Rive the strong gates of iron-builded hell,
And move the heart of the ill-hearted one.
Yea! let me break the portals terrible,
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