if this West should own some other Pole,
And with his tangled ways perplex my soul
Until the maze grow mortal, and I die
Where Nature clean hath gone astray,
On earth some other wit than Time's at play,
Some other God than mine above the sky!
And with his tangled ways perplex my soul
Until the maze grow mortal, and I die
Where Nature clean hath gone astray,
On earth some other wit than Time's at play,
Some other God than mine above the sky!
Sidney Lanier
