[BNP/E3, 79 – 44]
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Are all but forms of a stupendous mind
That limiteth itself perpetually,
Which is the half of the {…} mind
Even as the joy and sorrow of mankind
That which we thought doth make all things to be?
Ay, this may happy be, but when are gone
The minutes and the moments of that life
Which because part from evilness won.
Is there not something yet that beyond all
My thought doth {…}
A vague suspicion that our Fear doth call
Of what beyond our thinking vainly free
Of truth never-attainable may be?
Is there not aught of vague and undefined
That like something not eve to become
Haunts the perpetual longing of the mind?
Ay, beyond all we see and we suspect
Away and past the aches and throes of thought
Thes is a mystery more than we expect
Faithless and youthless, obsolete and sad
I feel with abstracted head my human way
But each day feel more cold and each day
Feel my weak mind more insensible and mad
So come my spirit, let us {…} and fade
Upon the moonlit quite of the night!
Man’s a dream? Fate is in delight
{…}
[44v]
Man, modern men!
With thy spirit pervading the earth
I feel my scorn, my {…} sworn!
Thou makest mystery {…}
The mystery of death and of birth
And of what more then there is
Thou givest me in thy beat’s depth
An unrest, a sorrow, an ache,
A longing that makes painful my heart;
A pain, as if they that are fond {…}
More than themselves did betray
I am sick of the world, and my soul cant bear
The thought that has of the moon’s {…} ray
Let us away! My soul, let us away
Close we our eyes and sleep
For ever in voluptuous nightgowns
Unrecognized and deep
The world has sins, suffering, distress?
The world has evils, {…} to make weep?
The world has crimes and pains?
No matter: in a {…} caress
Death’s mighty Hand from our worn eyes shall weep
All that the world contains.
Alexander Search
