XV.
FFROM my sick-bed gazing upon the west,Where all the bright effulgencies of dayLay steeped in sunless vapours, raw and gray,—Herein (methought) is mournfully exprestThe end of false ambitions, sullen doomOf my brave hopes, Promethean desires:Barren and perfumeless, my name expiresLike summer-day setting in joyless gloom.Yet faint I not in sceptical dismay,Upheld by the belief that all pure thoughtIs deathless, perfect: that the truths out-wroughtBy the laborious mind cannot decay,Being evolutions of that Sovereign MindAkin to man’s; yet orbed, exhaustless, undefined.
FFROM my sick-bed gazing upon the west,Where all the bright effulgencies of dayLay steeped in sunless vapours, raw and gray,—Herein (methought) is mournfully exprestThe end of false ambitions, sullen doomOf my brave hopes, Promethean desires:Barren and perfumeless, my name expiresLike summer-day setting in joyless gloom.Yet faint I not in sceptical dismay,Upheld by the belief that all pure thoughtIs deathless, perfect: that the truths out-wroughtBy the laborious mind cannot decay,Being evolutions of that Sovereign MindAkin to man’s; yet orbed, exhaustless, undefined.
FFROM my sick-bed gazing upon the west,Where all the bright effulgencies of dayLay steeped in sunless vapours, raw and gray,—Herein (methought) is mournfully exprestThe end of false ambitions, sullen doomOf my brave hopes, Promethean desires:Barren and perfumeless, my name expiresLike summer-day setting in joyless gloom.Yet faint I not in sceptical dismay,Upheld by the belief that all pure thoughtIs deathless, perfect: that the truths out-wroughtBy the laborious mind cannot decay,Being evolutions of that Sovereign MindAkin to man’s; yet orbed, exhaustless, undefined.
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