Stones from The Quarry | ||
A SPLENDID NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS.
Methinks such boundless thirst for free-breathed airAs makes one dungeon'd long like drunkard reel
So mighty and so masterful I feel,
That I could drink in (as against despair
Elixir-vitæ), till expanded were
My lungs with mighty breaths and sense of weal
Beyond mere Human, ills of flesh to heal,
The taintless purity of this most rare
And starlit ether! O my Soul, believe,
If but for passing comfort of such thought,
That thou dost from those glorious orbs receive
Influence which by this blessèd air is brought!
Expand, my lungs! expand, my Soul! and leave
This Earth: 'tis Life of Life; Time, Space, are nought!
Stones from The Quarry | ||