&nbspResembles life what once was deem'd of light,
       &nbspToo ample in itself for human sight?
An absolute self—an element ungrounded—
All that we see, all colours of all shade
       &nbsp       &nbspBy encroach of darkness made?—
Is very life by consciousness unbounded?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling life and death?