The Full, Clear Moon Uprose And Spread Her Cold, Pale Splendor O'Er The Sea; A Light-Strewn Path That Seemed To Lead Outward Into Eternity. Between The Darkness And The Gleam An Old-World Spell Encompassed Me: Methought That In A Godlike Dream I Trod Upon The Sea. And Lo! Upon That Glimmering Road, In Shining Companies Unfurled, The Trains Of Many A Primal God, The Monsters Of The Elder World; Strange Creatures That, With Silver Wings, Scarce Touched The Ocean'S Thronging Floor, The Phantoms Of Old Tales, And Things Whose Shapes Are Known No More. Giants And Demi-Gods Who Once Were Dwellers Of The Earth And Sea, And They Who From Deucalion'S Stones, Rose Men Without An Infancy; Beings On Whose Majestic Lids Time'S Solemn Secrets Seemed To Dwell, Tritons And Pale-Limbed Nereids, And Forms Of Heaven And Hell. Some Who Were Heroes Long Of Yore, When The Great World Was Hale And Young; And Some Whose Marble Lips Yet Pour The Murmur Of An Antique Tongue; Sad Queens, Whose Names Are Like Soft Moans, Whose Griefs Were Written Up In Gold; And Some Who On Their Silver Thrones Were Goddesses Of Old. As If I Had Been Dead Indeed, And Come Into Some After-Land, I Saw Them Pass Me, And Take Heed, And Touch Me With Each Mighty Hand; And Evermore A Murmurous Stream, So Beautiful They Seemed To Me, Not Less Than In A Godlike Dream I Trod The Shining Sea.