Am I! the drouth of this, my land, allay.
Send down thy light, Great Sun!” he cried aloud,
“Let me forget! with mortal form endowed.”
To her he turned again:—“Forgive! forgive!
Earth-born thro’ thee, ah! let me once more live.
My crimes and victories, my soul’s defeat,
My anguish and remorse, wilt thou repeat;
For thus alone new life may dawn for me—
In solitude I’ve long awaited thee.”
A falling tear the sighing dreamer woke: