Up to this moment I endure the pain
Of my abandonment with stoic zeal
And have not sought to question what I was,
Or what my destiny; for soon methought
This dream, infliction or whate'er it is,
Will doubtless end in everlasting sleep.
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I seem to thread eternal fastnesses—
Now falling from tremendous heights I sink
Into the dark, the silent dismal depths;
Again I rise in flights immeasurable.
I strive to rest but find no pillow but—
The yawning chasm of the frightful void
And sink again to depths unfathomable.
Now swirled in eddies of some hidden force,
To unknown realms by ruthless currents driven—
A human phantom doomed to endless life;
A spirit derelict in endless space.
Hark! strange sounds become articulate;
A solemn voice from out the darkness swells:—
CHORUS
Vain man, if thou'rt sufficient for thyself
And matter only is thy hope, let it be so.
Material is all thou'lt ever know!
