My phial——Ha! it thrills me,—I revive.
“Aye,—were not man to die,
He were too mighty for this narrow sphere!
Had he but time to brood on knowledge here,—
Could he but train his eye,—
Might he but wait the mystic word and hour,—
Only his Maker would transcend his power!
“This were indeed to feel
The soul-thirst slacken at the living stream,—
To live, Oh, God! that life is but a dream!