EUREKA

Giving a purer sense to the
Dialect of the tribe, to get

The ecstasy and the heightening
Of the drug, the indolence, to

Lay hands upon all other hands
That I could, the sensation of

Ev'ry experience that I could,
The challenge of not only reading

But solving me, a draft of speech
of a lurid existence

Grown ashen and sober, this star
With pallor I mistrust - hasten,

Let us not linger,
Let us fly, for we must.

Oh! That my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awake'ning till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow

Lest the night be senescent
With the moon of its crescent,
Disrobed and fallow in its sorrow.