 | Tiresias |  |
Apart from men I now am less than they,
The active, who beat substance into shape,
Or guide the streams of power; but more am blest
In fortune; for, by contact unbegrimed
In the foul reek of contest, I maintain
My force unwasted by antagonism;
And clearly know at what they darkly grope,
Or vainly guess.
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Or guide the streams of power; but more am blest
In fortune; for, by contact unbegrimed
In the foul reek of contest, I maintain
My force unwasted by antagonism;
And clearly know at what they darkly grope,
Or vainly guess.
Sometimes when faint, and hope
Reluctantly folds over-wearied wings,
And I am fain in peaceful death to cease,
That vision of Her glowing purity
Transmutes my sorrow into secret joy!
Reluctantly folds over-wearied wings,
And I am fain in peaceful death to cease,
That vision of Her glowing purity
Transmutes my sorrow into secret joy!
| Tiresias | |