 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Paling Heavens starry lamps:
I gazed, and saw an empty dewless coast;
That bitter only brackish herbs brings forth;
Which stiffened lies, in Summer drought, as bronze.
What rests, are lifeless dunes of drizzling sand.
I gazed, and saw an empty dewless coast;
That bitter only brackish herbs brings forth;
Which stiffened lies, in Summer drought, as bronze.
What rests, are lifeless dunes of drizzling sand.
And therein, blackened in the Sun, a wight;
A certain Mínimus walked, an ánchorite;
As ín high Presence of immortal Gods.
A certain Mínimus walked, an ánchorite;
As ín high Presence of immortal Gods.
In that Sun-stricken inhuman wasteful ground;
Which no man passeth through, nor way is found;
Nor shadow is, ín days heat, of any cloud;
A son of Peace, he sought with tears, Lifes Path.
If haply, aparted from Worlds hubbub, there:
His soul might hear, still, small, Celestial Voice.
Whence purged from blind illúsion of Earths flesh:
His Spirit might attain to heavenly vision;
Before his death.
Which no man passeth through, nor way is found;
Nor shadow is, ín days heat, of any cloud;
A son of Peace, he sought with tears, Lifes Path.
If haply, aparted from Worlds hubbub, there:
His soul might hear, still, small, Celestial Voice.
Whence purged from blind illúsion of Earths flesh:
His Spirit might attain to heavenly vision;
Before his death.
Forwandered that long night;
He, slow of limb and dull of sense, forwatched;
Beneath mute heavens, hath laid him down at last:
And on wild craig-stone, pillows now his head.
Methought I heard, whiles Minimus slumbers fast,
The Muses voice, saying, One my spirit henceforth
Should be with his.
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Beneath mute heavens, hath laid him down at last:
And on wild craig-stone, pillows now his head.
Methought I heard, whiles Minimus slumbers fast,
The Muses voice, saying, One my spirit henceforth
Should be with his.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |