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