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