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A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.

AKE this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

DREAM-LAND.

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DY a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly

From an ultimate dim Thule –
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,

Out of SPACE — out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over ;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire ;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters — lone and dead,
Their still waters still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily, –

By the mountains near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,
By the gray woods, -by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encainp,
By the dismal tarns and pools

Where dwell the Ghouls,
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy, -
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past -
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.

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For the heart whose woes are legion
'T is a peaceful, soothing region –
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'T is oh 't is an Eldorado !
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not dare not openly view it ;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed ;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

TO ZANTE.

AIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,

Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! How many memories of what radiant hours

At sight of thee and thine at once awake! How many scenes of what departed bliss !

How many thoughts of what entombed hopes ! How many

visions of a maiden that is No more

no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No more! alas, that magical sad sound

Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no moreThy memory no more! Accursèd ground

Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore, O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante !

“ Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante !"

EULALIE. •

DWELT alone

In a world of moan,
And
my

soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing

bride Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less - less bright

The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl ;

And never a flake

That the vapor can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded

curl Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble

and careless curl.

now Pain

Now Doubt

Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all day long

Shines bright and strong,

Astarté within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eyeWhile ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

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