Poems (Blind)/Aspirations/X.
X.
Like Jove's great eagle, who on giant wings Bore the Greek Ganymede unto the skies,Thus on thy winged words, oh let me rise Unto the ether of perennial things.
Till my whole soul on her aërial flight Staggers, and reels, and pants, divinely drunk,And in the infinite of Spirit sunk, Swallowed and lost my life in vast whirlpools of light.