As by the sickness of the soul; her mind And this the world calls frenzy ; but the wise What is it but the telescope of truth? A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. Through that which had been death to many men, He held his dialogues; and they did teach My dream was past; it had no further change. Of these two creatures should be thus traced out To end in madness-both in misery. TITAN! to whose immortal eyes Were not as things that gods despise ; And then is jealous lest the sky Titan! to thee the strife was given Between the suffering and the will, Which torture where they cannot kill; And the inexorable Heaven, And the deaf tyranny of Fate, Was thine-and thou hast borne it well. Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, And strengthen Man with his own mind; Still in thy patient energy, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit : Thou art a symbol and a sign To Mortals of their fate and force; A troubled stream from a pure source; His wretchedness, and his resistance, And a firm will, and a deep sense, |