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.