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 controul, 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ASHWEDNESDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WINTER WIZARDRY by LAURA S. BECK PSALM 65 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |