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 hath not seen, Ha.. Read »

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly! - yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost for ever; Or like forgotten lyres, whose.. Read »

To love at a distance and without hope ; never to possess ; to dream chastely of pale charms and impossible kisses ex- tinguished on the waxen brow of death : ah, that is some- thing like it. A delicious straying away from.. Read »

Stoop not down, therefore, Unto the Darkly-Splendid World, Wherein continually lieth a faithless Depth And Hades wrapped in clouds, Delighting in unintelligible images Precipitous, winding, A black, ever-rolling Abyss .. Read »