When I Consider How My Mind is Spent
When I consider how my mind is bent,
Ere most my life in this turnt sea and tide,
And that small gold which is key to thrive
Bound in me useless, though my heart more set
To fold within my Nature, and make seen
My own story, lest he upturnt reply,
“Doth life require clear skies, clarity denied?”
I humbly ask. But Knowing, to upset
That rumour, swift replies: “Life needs not
Either man’s unchanged mind or dyed eyes: His peace
Is nightly; generations at his bidding pry
Enlightenment from a clean slate, a hinged life:
They also thrive who in dreaming, are released.