Canto CXX
Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,While I rose up against my doom,And strove to burst the folded gloom,To bare the eternal Heavens again,
To feel once more, in placid awe,The strong imagination rollA sphere of stars about my soul,In all her motion one with law;
If thou wert with me, and the graveDivide us not, be with me now,And enter in at breast and brow,Till all my blood, a fuller wave.
Be quicken’d with a livelier breath,And like an inconsiderate boy,As in the former flash of joy,I slip the thoughts of life and death;
And all the breeze of Fancy blows,And every dew-drop paints a bow;The wizard lightnings deeply glow,And every thought breaks out a rose.