From out the spirit-ocean I have come—
And memory, dread and shuddering shape, appears
To bring to mind these longings of my soul.
How burnt my thirst to know the world’s design!
This longing vain, of self-denial born,
Consumed my nature to its very roots.
Sought I existence with impetuous will,
Then all the world’s design did flee from me.
A moment, of eternity methinks,
Poured out such storms of suffering on my soul