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Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

SILENCE.

THERE are some qualities-some incorporate things,

That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs

From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore

Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,

Some human memories and tearful lore,

Render him terrorless : his name's “No More.”
He is the corporate Silence : dread him not !

No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)

Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God !

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream ;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within

my

hand

Grains of the golden sand-
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God ! can I not save)
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream ?

DREAMLAND.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly

From an ultimate dim Thule

From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,

Out of SPACE,out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over ;

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