Karl Marx
EARLY LITERARY EXPERIMENTS
TRANSFORMATION
Mine eyes are so confused,
My cheek it is so pale,
My head is so bemused,
A realm of fairy-tale.
I wanted, boldly daring,
Sea-going ways to follow,
Where a thousand crags rise soaring,
And Floods flow bleak and hollow.
I clung to Thought high-soaring,
On its two wings did ride,
And though storm winds were roaring,
All danger I defied.
I did not falter there,
But ever on did press
With the wild eagle's stare
On journeys limitless.
And though the Siren spins
Her music so endearing
Whereby the heart she wins --
I gave that sound no hearing.
I turned away mine ear
From the sweet sounds I heard,
My bosom did aspire
To a loftier reward.
Alas, the waves sped on,
At rest they would not be;
There swept by many a one
Too swift for me to see.
With magic power and word
I cast what spells I knew,
But forth the waves still roared,
Till they were gone from view.
And by the Flood sore pressed,
And dizzy at the sight,
I tumbled from that host
Into the misty night.
And when I rose again
From fruitless toil at last,
My powers all were gone,
And all the heart's glow lost
And trembling, pale, I long
Gazed into my own breast;
By no uplifiting song
Was my affliction blessed.
My songs were flown, alack;
The sweetest Art was gone --
No God would give it back
Nor Grace of Deathless One.
The Fortress had sunk down
That once so bold did stand;
The fiery glow was drowned,
Void was the bosom's land.
Then shone your radiance,
The purest light of soul,
Where in a changing dance
Round Earth the Heavens roll.
Then was I captive bound,
Then was ...
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