To The Daemon Of Sublimity

I wane and weary: come, thou swifter One, With vans of ether-sundering instancy, Zoned with essential night and sovereignty Of flame septuple, strong to blind or stun Beyond the bolted levin. Though Earth, undone, Fail to thy meteor-fraught epiphany, Though Time be as a chasm-riven sea, Come thou, and bear me to thy chosen sun. Yea, in the fiery fastness of the star That thine empyreal wings most often find, Thy lordliest eyrie, lone in gulf and gloom, Leave me and lose me, safe from wasting war Of finite things unworthy, and resigned To some apotheosis of bright doom.