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,

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 Passed On:

I Care Not Though It Perish

With A Thought I Then Did Cherish.