I would I might forget that I am I, <br />And break the heavy chain that binds me fast, <br />Whose links about myself my deeds have cast. <br />What in the body’s tomb doth buried lie <br />Is boundless; ’tis the spirit of the sky, <br />Lord of the future, guardian of the past, <br />And soon must forth, to know his own at last. <br />In his large life to live, I fain would die. <br />Happy the dumb beast, hungering for food, <br />But calling not his suffering his own; <br />Blessèd the angel, gazing on all good, <br />But knowing not he sits upon a throne; <br />Wretched the mortal, pondering his mood, <br />And doomed to know his aching heart alone.<br /><br />George Santayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-12/
