Of Life and Death—the whence and what they are—
All it shall know—at least attempt to know,
Uninfluenced by the world it scorns below.
Yes, let that eaglet rise on tireless wing;
Far, far beyond the clouds’ dominion spring,
And dwell where all is one eternal hush—
No dash of billowy rack, no whirlwind’s rush;
But yon bright sun blazes an universe
Of pure, essential fire, whose gleams disperse
All shade, and ‘permeate the unsensuous space’—