Across my path, as if by Heaven's command.
A lofty and immeasurable longing
Sprung up within my breast, beyond control,
A throbbing multitude of fancies thronging
Strove to o'ermaster and o'ermatch the whole:
Creation rose from chaos, as at first,
A water in the wilderness to quench my thirst.
The complicated elements of Mind,
No longer dim, confused, and undefined,
Rolled into order, and the springs of thought