I.—GOETHE.
Light! more light still! Goethe.
Thou unto whom was given the golden key
To unlock the portals of the human mind, —
Oh! Spirit grand—adventurous—and free —
In that last awful moment didst thou find
“More light” than shone upon thy earthly vision?
Was the Great Idea to thy sense made clear?
The solemn secrets of the veiled Elysian —
Say—were they whispered in thy closing ear?