THE PHILOSOPHIC FLIGHT.
Poi che spiegate.
Now that these wings to speed
my wish ascend,
The more I feel vast air beneath my feet,
The more toward boundless air on pinions
fleet,
Spurning the earth, soaring to heaven, I
tend:
Nor makes them stoop their flight the direful
end
Of Daedal’s son; but upward still they
beat:
What life the while with my life can compete,
Though dead to earth at last I shall descend?
My own heart’s voice in the void air I
hear:
Where wilt thou bear me, O rash man?
Recall
Thy daring will! This boldness waits
on fear!
Dread not, I answer, that tremendous fall:
Strike through the clouds, and smile when
death is near,
If death so glorious be our doom at all!