Fragments Supposed to Be Parts of Otho
Lines:27Movement:Romanticism
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,Have ever grieved that man should be the spoilOf his own weakness, and with earnest mindFed hopes of its redemption; these recurChastened by deathful victory now, and findFoundations in this foulest age, and stirMe whom they cheer to be their minister. Dark is the realm of grief: but human thingsThose may not know who cannot weep for them. ... Once more descendThe shadows of my soul upon mankind,For to those hearts with which they never blend,Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mindFrom the swift clouds which track its flight of fire,Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind. ... 'O THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE'. O that a chariot of cloud were mine!Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,When the moon over the ocean's lineIs spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.O that a chariot of cloud were mine!I would sail on the waves of the billowy windTo the mountain peak and the rocky lake,And the...
