From: The Dial, Vol. II, No. II (Oct. 1841)
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Published: E. P. Peabody 1841 Boston
LIGHT flashes on the waves, but there is none in my soul!
I have only a part and oh! I long for the whole.
Give! Give! ye mighty Gods—why do ye thus hold back?
Why torture thus my soul on the world’s weary rack?
I did not seek for life—why did ye place me here?
So mean, so small a thing e’en to myself I appear.
There lies the wide infinite, but it is nought to me!
And I must long and seek through all eternity.
And I and I! I still must cry!
And I oh! how I scorn this Ï!
Calm! they are calm the Gods above—but I
Am ever seeking that, which ever still doth fly!
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