IT GIVES ME WONDER GREAT AS MY CONTENT
TO SEE YOU HERE BEFORE ME. O, MY SOUL’S JOY!
IT AFTER EVERY TEMPEST COME SUCH CALMS,
MAY THE WINDS BLOW TILL THEY HAVE WAKENED DEATH,
AND LET THE LABOURING BARK CLIMB HILLS OF SEAS,
OLYMPUS-HIGH, AND DUCK AGAIN AS LOW
AS HELL’S FROM HEAVEN. IF IT WERE NOW TO DIE,
’TWERE NOW TO BE MOST HAPPY; FOR I FEAR
MY SOUL HATH HER CONTENT SO ABSOLUTE
THAT NOT ANOTHER COMFORT LIKE TO THIS
SUCCEEDS IN UNKNOWN FATE.
TAKE A JUMP IN THE PAST..
