and its Shrine
This idol and its shrine of flesh
Are mine, and I am here alone:
And I can break at my desire
What is my own.
I have obeyed my nature, lived
And suffered, reasoned and believed,
According to the elements
That I received:
Exhausted what exists on earth,
Desired in vain that which is not,
Dreamt will and power were one, fulfilled
My human lot,
Aspired to the stars, fought with myself,
Mixed and confounded all things here,
Worn out my strength - What more have I
To hope or fear?
Far friend who lighted once wild hopes
Within my heart and fanned the flame
That burnt to waste - With this, with all,
It is the same:
The spirit escalades the heavens,
The shackled body keeps its chains.
The heart is prodigal of pledges,
The hand refrains.
You opened once all Paradise
Before my eyes, then reached your hand
And shut the portal - I believed,
And here I stand,
Alone outside the iron gate,
Desolate and resolved. Today
You will come too late.
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