To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.