“If life is an illusion it's a pretty painful one“ (Michel Houellebecq)
Since no resisting cause from spirit flows Thy universal presence to oppose No obstacles by nature's hand impressed Thy subtle and ethereal beams arrest Not swayed by matter is they course benign Or more direct or more oblique to shine
Nor motion's laws can speed thy active course Nor strong repulsion's powers obstruct thy force
Since there is no convexity in mind Why are thy genial rays to parts confined? While the chill north with thy bright beam is blest Why should fell darkness half the south invest?
Was it decreed, fair freedom! At thy birth That thou should'st ne'er irradiate all the earth?
Thee only, sober goddess! I attest In smiles chastised, and decent graces dressed To thee alone, pure daughter of the skies The hallowed incense of the bard should rise Not that mad liberty, in whose wild praise Too oft he trims his prostituted bays
Not that unlicensed monster of the crowd Whose roar terrific bursts in peals so loud
Too oft he trims his prostituted bays
Nor motion's laws can speed thy active course Nor strong repulsion's powers obstruct thy force Was it decreed, fair freedom! At thy birth That thou should'st ne'er irradiate all the earth?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
