I SAID, This misery must end: <br />Shall I, that am a man and know <br />that sky and wind are yet my friend, <br />sit huddled under any blow? <br />so speaking left the dismal room <br />and stept into the mother-night <br />all fill’d with sacred quickening gloom <br />where the few stars burn’d low and bright, <br />and darkling on my darkling hill <br />heard thro’ the beaches’ sullen boom <br />heroic note of living will <br />rung trumpet-clear against the fight; <br />so stood and heard, and rais’d my eyes <br />erect, that they might drink of space, <br />and took the night upon my face, <br />till time and trouble fell away <br />and all my soul sprang up to feel <br />as one among the stars that reel <br />in rhyme on their rejoicing way, <br />breaking the elder dark, nor stay <br />but speed beyond each trammelling gyre, <br />till time and sorrow fall away <br />and night be wither’d up, and fire <br />consume the sickness of desire.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-said-this-misery-must-end/
