Margaret Fullers transnationales Projekt : Selbstbildung, feminine ...

Anhang 293
Love’s music, and the stirring notes of war.
On other heights I have stood
And traced with curious eye the haunts of Man;
Seem to a thread shrunk the wide-rolling flood,
Cities to specks, – existence to a span,
And felt the moment proud,
The mind dilating with the wider view
Faintly presaged through earth-bred mist and cloud
Our joys when eagle winged we shall our youth renew.
But no aspiring hope
No eager joy, nor rich remembrance here
Could bless me – Here no heavenly gate can open
No visions of ethereal birth appear
A high mysterious mood
Breathes from the scene like that which
might be known
To some keen spirit from the shackles flown
Of human flesh and blood,
New to its present lot
a moment poised in space
Where, known terrestrial laws prevailing not,
It finds not yet its place.
The abstract and the lone
This spot can teach get how I cannot tell
The hieroglyphic spell
Will not the bonds of common language own.
Those who might have known
Of such a scene, and felt the fancy moved
By a force, feared yet loved
From these vague words can know my thought alone
Home of the Dragon brood
Non shall thy secret penetrate save he
Who from their laughing demon-mystery
The phantoms of his being daring wooed,