Early Works of Karl Marx: Book of Verse
I rose, broke free of all that bound me;
"Where would you go?" "A world I'd find me!"
"Are there not here lush meadows gay,
Below--the seas, above--star-play?"
"Know, fool, I Seek not to cross over,
There to strike rock, or sound the Aether.
They bind so dumb the foot in pain,
Their words of love become a chain.
"The world must rise out of myself
And to my breast incline itself.
From my life's blood its well-springs come,
My soul's breath--its aethereal dome."
I wandered far as I could go,
Returned, held worlds above, below.
Within there leaped the stars and sun;
The lightning flashed, and they sank down.