What is Life

       &nbspResembles life what once was deem'd of light,

       &nbspToo ample in itself for human sight?

An absolute self—an element ungrounded—

All that we see, all colours of all shade

       &nbsp       &nbspBy encroach of darkness made?—

Is very life by consciousness unbounded?

And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,

A war-embrace of wrestling life and death?