Ergo hominum genus incassum frustraque laborat Semper, et in curis consumit inanibus aevum. Lucret. 'Tis midnight! Round the lamp which o'er My chamber sheds its lonely beam, Is wisely spread the varied lore Which feeds in youth our feverish dream The dream the thirst the wild desire, Delirious yet divine-to know; Around to roam above aspire And drink the breath of Heaven below!
Ergo hominum genus incassum frustraque laborat Semper, et in curis consumit inanibus aevum. Lucret. 'Tis midnight! Round the lamp which o'er My chamber sheds its lonely beam, Is wisely spread the varied lore Which feeds in youth our feverish dream The dream the thirst the wild desire, Delirious yet divine-to know; Around to roam above aspire And drink the breath of Heaven below!