Classic Poem

Ah, when I shall cease to think of my life and woes
Which deeply thus repeat like ocean waves
And set the earth afire, queer to choose;
And all the cherished freedom that you gave
With all lives' conceit, a death of just
That trips thus inward, deeply outward must,
While space and time thus clamber all to speed
And send the hasty man an inward greed.
Duel! Let the earth bubble, burst and sway!
Thus man could ne'er but melt the grove away
And set his limbs that blow about like seeds,
Which ramble across his earnest, common deeds—
While my perception—here a waste to be?
Ah! thus fathomed crowns earnestly will woe thee!