Here you will find the Poem I said, This Misery Must End of poet Christopher John Brennan
I SAID, This misery must end: Shall I, that am a man and know that sky and wind are yet my friend, sit huddled under any blow? so speaking left the dismal room and stept into the mother-night all fill?d with sacred quickening gloom where the few stars burn?d low and bright, and darkling on my darkling hill heard thro? the beaches? sullen boom heroic note of living will rung trumpet-clear against the fight; so stood and heard, and rais?d my eyes erect, that they might drink of space, and took the night upon my face, till time and trouble fell away and all my soul sprang up to feel as one among the stars that reel in rhyme on their rejoicing way, breaking the elder dark, nor stay but speed beyond each trammelling gyre, till time and sorrow fall away and night be wither?d up, and fire consume the sickness of desire.