DIVINITY
FIRST light from night's chill void gives hint,
The pale precursor of grey morn's despair ; The while the Sun, sure harnessed, Climbs the course ordained, the pattern Fixed ; of all other fixities Both fount and symbol. With his strength Mounting day-labour waxes, all Embracing in a heaviness More oblivious than the night.
Soon the inconscient Sun up-rolls Eastward, and then mysterious A witching madness inspirits The air, as in the level ray Nor toil nor chill prevail, and the hour, Instinct with loveliness, proffers Yet a lovely discontent, A promise of magic unknown Yet almost glimpsed, hint of a Wilder sphere, that intermingling With labour's morning course, the day's Slow clay is shot with fantasy.
Tis then that wild Ambition Is inspired itself to hurl On the heavy mould of practice.
Sure destruction—vainly seeking Life with Death and Day with Night In deeper sort to mingle than is allowed, In Nature's border Shown fixed for our eternity. N.
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