Frederick William Henry Myers (1843–1901)Essayiste et poète, né le 6 février 1843, à Keswick dans le Cumberland (Royaume-Uni) et mort le 17 janvier 1901 à Rome.
Myers fit ses études à Cheltenham et au Trinity College de Cambridge. Il fut professeur au Trinity College (1865-69), puis inspecteur des écoles (1862-1901). Il s'intéressa à la recherche parapsychique et à laquelle il consacra les trente dernières années de sa ie. Il fut d'ailleurs membre fondateur de la Society for Psychical Research.
Backward ! -- beyond this momentary woe ! --
Thine was the world’s dim dawn, the prime emprize ;
Eternal aeons gaze thro’ these sad eyes,
And all the empyreal sphere hath shaped thee so.
Nay ! all is living, all is plain to know !
This rock has drunk the ray from ancient skies ;
Strike! and the sheen of that remote sunrise
Gleams in the marble’s unforgetful glow.
Thus hath the cosmic light endured the same
Ere first that ray from Sun to Sirius flew ;
Aye, and in heaven I heard the mystic Name
Sound, and a breathing of the Spirit blew ;
Lit the long Past, bade shine the slumbering flame
And all the Cosmorama blaze anew.
Onward ! thro’ baffled hope, thro’ bootless prayer,
With strength that sinks, with high task half begun,
Things great desired, things lamentable done,
Vows writ in water, blows that beat the air.
On ! I have guessed the end; the end is fair.
Not with these weak limbs is thy last race run ;
Not all thy vision sets with this low sun ;
Not all thy spirit swoons in this despair.
Look how thine own soul, throned where all is well,
Smiles to regard thy days disconsolate ;
Yea ; since herself she wove the worldly spell,
Doomed thee for lofty gain to low estate ; --
Sown with thy fall a seed of glory fell ;
Thy heaven is in thee, and thy will thy fate.
Inward ! aye, deeper far than love or scorn,
Deeper than bloom of virtue, stain of sin,
Rend thou the veil and pass alone within,
Stand naked there and feel thyself forlorn !
Nay! in what world, then, Spirit, wast thou born ?
Or to what World-Soul art thou entered in ?
Feel the Self fade, feel the great life begin,
With Love re-rising in the cosmic morn.
The inward ardour yearns to the inmost goal ;
The endless goal is one with the endless way ;
From every gulf the tides of Being roll,
From every zenith burns the indwelling day ;
And life in Life has drowned thee and soul in Soul ;
And these are God, and thou thyself art they.Frederick William Henry Myers, The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse (1917)
Références :
- Bartleby - Frederic William Henry Myers (1843–1901) : https://www.bartleby.com/337/1497.html
- Encyclopedia - Myers, Frederic William Henry (1843-1901) : https://www.encyclopedia.com/people/literature-and-arts/english-literature-19th-cent-biographies/frederic-william-henry-myers
- Frederic W.H. Myers : https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/Frederic_W.H._Myers
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