'Tis she who kindles in his haunting night
Daily she waves him, that his inner dream
May clasp amid the glooms a springing beam,
For Spirit: with awakenedness of glee
To feel stern joy her origin: not he
Usurp the station of their issue mind,
He would have burst the chrysalis of the blind:
Yet will when his distempered devil of Self; -
(Editor：two)
