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 has past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought then did I cherish