Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (14) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (14)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (14)

Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars,
Till he had peopled them with beings bright
As their own beams; and earth, and earth-born jars,
And human frailties, were forgotten quite:
Could he have kept his spirit to that flight
He had been happy; but this clay will sink
Its spark immortal, envying it the light
To which it mounts, as if to break the link
That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.