How Clear She Shines! How Quietly I Lie Beneath Her Guardian Light; While Heaven And Earth Are Whispering Me, "To Morrow, Wake, But Dream To-Night." Yes, Fancy, Come, My Fairy Love! These Throbbing Temples Softly Kiss; And Bend My Lonely Couch Above, And Bring Me Rest, And Bring Me Bliss. The World Is Going; Dark World, Adieu! Grim World, Conceal Thee Till The Day; The Heart Thou Canst Not All Subdue Must Still Resist, If Thou Delay! Thy Love I Will Not, Will Not Share; Thy Hatred Only Wakes A Smile; Thy Griefs May Wound, Thy Wrongs May Tear, But, Oh, Thy Lies Shall Ne'er Beguile! While Gazing On The Stars That Glow Above Me, In That Stormless Sea, I Long To Hope That All The Woe Creation Knows, Is Held In Thee! And This Shall Be My Dream To-Night; I'll Think The Heaven Of Glorious Spheres Is Rolling On Its Course Of Light In Endless Bliss, Through Endless Years; I'll Think, There'S Not One World Above, Far As These Straining Eyes Can See, Where Wisdom Ever Laughed At Love, Or Virtue Crouched To Infamy; Where, Writhing 'Neath The Strokes Of Fate, The Mangled Wretch Was Forced To Smile; To Match His Patience 'Gainst Her Hate, His Heart Rebellious All The While. Where Pleasure Still Will Lead To Wrong, And Helpless Reason Warn In Vain; And Truth Is Weak, And Treachery Strong; And Joy The Surest Path To Pain; And Peace, The Lethargy Of Grief; And Hope, A Phantom Of The Soul; And Life, A Labour, Void And Brief; And Death, The Despot Of The Whole!