Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Some sepulchre, remote, alone, 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! Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, 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 Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? DREAMLAND. By a route obscure and lonely, Where an Eidolon, named Night, 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, With forms that no man can discover For the dews that drip all over; |