I feel I am. I only know I am
And plod upon the earth as dull and void
Earth's prison chilled my body with its dram
Of dullness, and my soaring thoughts destroyed.
I fled to solitudes from passions dream
But strife persued–I only know I am.
I was a being created in the race
Of men disdaining bounds of place and time–
A spirit that could travel o'er the space
Of earth and heaven–like a thought sublime,
Tracing creation, like my maker, free–
A soul unshackled like eternity,
Spurning earth's vain and soul debasing thrall
But now I only know I am–that's all.
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