89. The Dejection
1
Why art thou chain'd to th' world? canst not remove
A little higher to the orbs above?
How slenderly dost thou thy stock improve?
2
Why is thy heart contained in a snare?
What secret thought dulls fancy? Oh what are
Thy thoughts invellop't with the clouds of care?
3
How cam'st thou thus, what Cell-created news
Pull down thy progress? what condition screws
Thy genius to the post, and dulls my Muse?
4
Tread down this fog, and let the beams of light
(Of a light heart I mean) display their bright
Essential glories to disband the night.
5
Rest not within thy self, what life is this?
Thy mirth is sadness, sorrow is thy bliss;
Thou liv'st below a man, and think'st amiss.