Through an ascending emptiness of night, Leaving the flesh and the complacent mind Together in their sufficiency behind, The soul of man went up to a far height; And where those others would have had no sight Or sense of else than terror for the blind, Soul met the Will, and was again consigned To the supreme illusion which is right. "And what goes on up there," the Mind inquired, "That I know not already to be true?" -- "More than enough, but not enough for you," Said the descending Soul: "Here in the dark, Where you are least revealed when most admired, You may still be the bellows and the spark." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SISTER AT A MATERNITY HOSPITAL by R. ALEXANDER BATE THE SERVANT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SKETCH, INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HON. C.J. FOX by ROBERT BURNS |