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I see wide ocean’s swell invite my wistful eyes,

And at my feet her sparkling mirror lies;

To brighter shores invites a brighter day.

A car of fire comes hovering o’er my head,

With gentle wafture; now let me pursue

New flight adventurous, through the starry blue,

And be my wingèd steps unburdened sped

To spheres of uncramped energy divine!

And may indeed this life of gods be mine,

But now a worm, and cased in mortal clay?

Yes! only let strong will high thought obey,

To turn thy back on the blest light of day,

And open burst the portals which by most

With fear, that fain would pass them by, are crossed.

Now is the time by deeds, not words, to prove

That earth-born man yields not to gods above.

Before that gloomy cavern not to tremble,

Where all those spectral shapes of dread assemble,

Which Fancy, slave of every childish fear,

Bids, to the torment of herself, appear;

Forward to strive unto that passage dire,

Whose narrow mouth seems fenced with hell’s collected fire;

With glad resolve this leap to make, even though

That thing we call our soul should into nothing flow!

Now come thou forth! thou crystal goblet clear,

From out thy worshipful old case,

Where thou hast lain unused this many a year.

In days of yore right gayly didst thou grace

The festive meetings of my grey-beard sires,

When passed from hand to hand the draught that glee inspires.

Thy goodly round, the figures there

Pictured with skill so quaint and rare,

Each lusty drinker’s duty to declare

In ready rhyme what meaning they might bear,

And at one draught to drain the brimming cup,—

All this recalls full many a youthful night.

Now to no comrade shall I yield thee up,

Nor whet my wit upon thy pictures bright;

Here is a juice intoxicates the soul

Quickly. With dark brown flood it crowns the bowl.

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