Page:Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, 1846).djvu/35

Rh The spirit sent his dazzling gaze

Down through that ocean's gloomy night

Then, kindling all, with sudden blaze,

The glad deep sparkled wide and bright—

White as the sun, far, far more fair

Than its divided sources were!"

And even for that spirit, seer,

I've watched and sought my life-time long;

Sought him in heaven, hell, earth, and air—

An endless search, and always wrong!

Had I but seen his glorious eye

Once light the clouds that wilder me,

I ne'er had raised this coward cry

To cease to think, and cease to be;

I ne'er had called oblivion blest,

Nor, stretching eager hands to death,

Implored to change for senseless rest

This sentient soul, this living breath—

Oh, let me die—that power and will

Their cruel strife may close;

And conquered good, and conquering ill

Be lost in one repose!"

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