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Thee I revisit now with bolder wing,	

Escaped the Stygian Pool, though long detained	

In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight,	      

Through utter and through middle Darkness borne,	

With other notes than to the Orphean lyre	

I sung of Chaos and eternal Night,	

Taught by the Heavenly Muse to venture down	

The dark descent, and up to re-ascend,	      

Though hard and rare. Thee I revisit safe,	

And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou	

Revisit’st not these eyes, that rowl in vain	

To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;

Was fang ich nur mit all der Schönheit des Lebens an,haftet doch der Makel eures abscheulichen Verhaltens dran?

So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs,	       

Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more	

Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt	

Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill,	

Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief	

Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath,	        

That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow,	

Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget	

Those other two equalled with me in fate,	

(So were I equalled with them in renown!)	

Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides,	        

And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old:

In die Käfige eurer Beschränktheit werft ihr mich,lacht in unter Gruppenzwang erhöhter Perversion überheblich.

Then feed on thoughts that voluntary move	

Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird	

Sings darkling, and, in shadiest covert hid,	

Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year	        

Seasons return; but not to me returns	

Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,	

Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer’s rose,	

Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;	

But cloud instead and ever—during dark	       

Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men	

Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair,	

Presented with a universal blank

Wenn ihr nicht mit mir redet und nur noch lachen wollt,dann freut euch wenn in mir bald der Teufel tollt.

Of Nature’s works, to me expunged and rased,	

And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.	       

So much the rather thou, Celestial Light,	

Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers	

Irradiate; there plant eyes; all mist from thence	

Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell	

Of things invisible to mortal sight.

Außer eurem Tod habe ich keine Freuden mehr,ich sehe vor mir nur der Toten uferloses Meer.