A/Apollyon/When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! Whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay But leaves it�s darken�d dust behind Then, unembodied, doth it trace By steps each planet�s heavenly way? Or fill at once the realms of space, A thing of eyes, that all survey?
Eternal, boundless, undecay�d, A thought unseen, but seeing all, All, all in earth, or skies display�d, Shall it survey, shall it recall! Each fainter trace that memory holds, So darkly of departed years In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears.
Before creation peopled earth, Its eye shall roll through chaos back; And where the furthest heaven had birth, The spirit trace its rising track And where the future mars or makes, Its glance dilate over all to be, While sun is quenched or system breaks, Fixed in its own eternity
Above or love, hope, hate, or fear It lives all passionless and pure An age shall fleet like earthly years; Its years as moments shall endure
Away, away, without a wing Over all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.