And Must I Ever Wake, Gray Dawn, To Know Thee Standing Sadly By Me Like A Ghost? I Am Perplexed With Thee That Thou Shouldst Cost This Earth Another Turning! All Aglow Thou Shouldst Have Reached Me, With A Purple Show Along Far Mountain-Tops! And I Would Post Over The Breadth Of Seas, Though I Were Lost In The Hot Phantom-Chase For Life, If So Thou Earnest Ever With This Numbing Sense Of Chilly Distance And Unlovely Light, Waking This Gnawing Soul Anew To Fight With Its Perpetual Load: I Drive Thee Hence! I Have Another Mountain-Range From Whence Bursteth A Sun Unutterably Bright!