The labyrinth of this dark, grovelling life.
I said, “The mountain knows its place of rest,”
And clambered up above the level plain;
But the bald Titan answered me distressed:—
“Dullness alone doth Time for me ordain.”
I left the mountain and approached the winds—
Those infinite, proud spirits, ever free;
“We are the sighs of griefs that to your minds
Must still remain unknown,” they answered me.
And then above the winds and clouds I rose,