Classic Poem

Weary am I at last! weary am I!
Shall the old eons bring me no repose?
Oh, in long-promised slumbers once to lie
And feel the films of sleep mine eyelids close!
Oh, once to lave my burning head in Night--
Blest Night! my planets joy thee--every one!
Perish, fatigueless Fire! and thou, O Light!
Vanish. Go leave your emperor, your Sun!
For I am done with blessings scattered wide
Throughout the waste, oppressive Universe,
And yonder fading Earth-globe, once my bride,
Becomes to me a burden and a curse.
No more she smiles for me, no more my rays
Urge on her frozen roots to coloured bloom,
No clouds enrobe her nakedness--her days,
Once golden in the dance, are bent on doom.
A loathing throngs the vision, and the face
Of Man is stone and ashen, fallen supine.
How long with Light and Love I warmed his race!
Now iron crowns of Ruin and Death be mine.