Single sphere—Time. But does our knowledge reach
No farther? Is the cloud of hindrance broke
But, even here, is failure inevitable?
But by the failing of the fleshly yoke,
Its loves and hates, as now when death lets soar
Sordello, self-sufficient as before,
Though during the mere space that shall elapse
'Twixt his enthralment in new bonds, perhaps?
Must life be ever just escaped, which should
Have been enjoyed?—nay, might have been and would,