[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

{…}

[44^v]

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