• A dark unfathomed 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 that not seen,
    Had I let them pass me by,
    With a dreaming eye!
    Let none of earth inherit
    That vision on my spirit;
    Those thoughts I would control,
    As a spell upon his soul