Impassioned doth the other wake. ’Tis toil;
I cloak it not; yet ’tis a joy that bides,
Swelling the more the hoarier, till Day dawn
And shadows flit away. Decide thee then!
Cast thy free choice! These portals lead thee where,
Soul-plumed, new realms upon thy flight are borne.
Brace up thy thew! Tread out this path, that guides
Whither pure bliss shall rock thy dizzy ken,
And end thy weary coil!”
Wondering the Angel bound me; scarce a glance