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THE PHILOSOPHER.

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"Enough of thought, philosopher!

⁠Too long hast thou been dreaming

Unlightened, in this chamber drear,

⁠While summer's sun is beaming!

Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain

Concludes thy musings once again?

​"Oh, for the time when I shall sleep

Without identity,

And never care how rain may steep,

Or snow may cover me!

No promised heaven, these wild desires,

Could all, or half fulfil;

No threatened hell, with quenchless fires,

Subdue this quenchless will!"

"So said I, and still say the same;

⁠Still, to my death, will say—

Three gods, within this little frame,

⁠Are warring night and day;

Heaven could not hold them all, and yet

⁠They all are held in me;

And must be mine till I forget

⁠My present entity!

Oh, for the time, when in my breast

⁠Their struggles will be o'er!

Oh, for the day, when I shall rest,

⁠And never suffer more!"

"I saw a spirit, standing, man,

⁠Where thou dost stand—an hour ago,

And round his feet three rivers ran,

⁠Of equal depth, and equal flow—

A golden stream—and one like blood;

⁠And one like sapphire seemed to be;

But, where they joined their triple flood

⁠It tumbled in an inky sea.

​The spirit sent his dazzling gaze

⁠Down through that ocean's gloomy night

Then, kindling all, with sudden blaze,

⁠The glad deep sparkled wide and bright—

White as the sun, far, far more fair

⁠Than its divided sources were!"

"And even for that spirit, seer,

⁠I've watched and sought my life-time long;

Sought him in heaven, hell, earth, and air—

⁠An endless search, and always wrong!

Had I but seen his glorious eye

Once light the clouds that wilder me, I ne'er had raised this coward cry ⁠To cease to think, and cease to be; I ne'er had called oblivion blest, ⁠Nor, stretching eager hands to death, Implored to change for senseless rest ⁠This sentient soul, this living breath— Oh, let me die—that power and will ⁠Their cruel strife may close; And conquered good, and conquering ill ⁠Be lost in one repose!"

Ellis.

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

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