Enough of thought philosopher

Enough of thought philosopher

Too long as thou been dreaming

Unenlightened, in this chamber drear

While summers sun is beaming

Space sweeping soul, what sad refrain

Concludes thy musing 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 doth 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 oceans gloomy night

Then kindling all with sudden blaze

The glad deep sparkled wide and bright

White as the sun far far more fair

Then its divided sources were

And even for that spirit, seer

I 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're 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