A dark unfathom'd tide
Of interminable pride ---
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught With a wild, and waking thought Of beings that have been, Which my spirit hath not seen. Had I let them pass me by, With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last And that light time have past, And my worldly rest hath gone With a sigh as it pass'd on I care not tho' it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.