Poems (Blind)/Aspirations/XII.
XII.
Creature of moods and changes manifold:
Mutable as the film of fleeting cloud;
Transfused now with heaven's purest gold,
And now the lightning's dread and gloomy shroud;
Mutable as the film of fleeting cloud;
Transfused now with heaven's purest gold,
And now the lightning's dread and gloomy shroud;
Dissolved, with keen bliss, in the blue sky;
'Mid storms of tears weeping thyself away;
When, when, immovable, and calm and high,—
Soul, like a star, wilt thou pursue thy way?
'Mid storms of tears weeping thyself away;
When, when, immovable, and calm and high,—
Soul, like a star, wilt thou pursue thy way?