When these stately Halls I scan And the giant burden of these Houses,And the stormy pilgrimage of Man And the frenzied race that never ceases,Pulse's throbbing do I sense And the giant flame of Soul so proud?
Shall the Waves then bear you hence Into Life,into the Ocean's flood?
Shall I then revere these forms Heavenward soaring,proud,inviolate?
Should I yield before the Life that storms Towards the Indeterminate?
No!You pigmygiants so wretched,And you icecold stone Monstrosity,See how in these eyes averted Burns the Soul's impetuosity.
Swift eye scans the circles round,Hastens through them all exploringly,Yearning,as on fire,resounds,Mocking through the vast Halls and away.
When you all go down and sink,Fragmentworld shall lie around,Even though cold Splendour blink,Even though grim Ruin stand its ground.
There is drawn no boundary,No hard,wretched earthclod bars our way,And we sail across the sea,And we wander countries far away.
Nothing bids to stay our going,Nothing locks our hopes inside;
Swift away go fancies fleeing,And the bosom's joy and pain abide.
All those monstrous shapes so vast Tower aloft in fearfulness,Feeling not love's fiery blast That creates them out of nothingness.
No giant column soars to Heaven In a single block,victorious;
One stone on the other meanly woven Emulates the timid snail laborious.
But the Soul embraces all,Is a lofty giant flame that glows,Even in its very Fall Dragging Suns in its destructive throes.
And out of itself it swells Up to Heaven's realms on high;
Gods within its depths it lulls,Thunderous lightning flashes in its eye.
And it wavers not a whit Where the very GodThought fares,On its breast will cherish it;
Soul's own greatness is its lofty Prayer.
Soul its greatness must devour,In its greatness must go down;
Then volcanoes seethe and roar,And lamenting Demons gather round.
Soul,succumbing haughtily,Raises up a throne to giant derision;
Downfall turns to Victory,Hero's prize is proud renunciation.
But when two are bound together,When two souls together flow,Each one softly tells the other No more need alone through space to go.
Then all Worlds hear melodies Like the Aeolian harp full sighing,In eternal Beauty's rays Wish and Soul's desire together flowing.
Jenny!Do I dare avow That in love we have exchanged our Souls,That as one they throb and glow,And that through their waves one current rolls?
Then the gauntlet do I fling Scornful in the World's wide open face.
Down the giant SheDwarf,whimpering,Plunges,cannot crush my happiness.
Like unto a God I dare Through that ruined realm in triumph roam.
Every word is Deed and Fire,And my bosom like the Maker's own.
