"Day of my soul's deliverance—day the new,
The never-ending! What though every shape
Whereon I wreaked my yearning to pursue
"Even to success each semblance of escape
From my own bounded self to some all-fair
All-wise external fancy, proved a rape
"Like that old giant's, feigned of fools—on air,
Not solid flesh? How otherwise? To love—
That lesson was to learn not here—but there—
"On earth, not here! 'Tis there we learn,—there prove