THOU wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"-but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast ! For, alas alas! with me The light of Life is o'er ! "No more-no more-no more- "9 (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my days are trances, Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. 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, 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 dismal tarns and pools Where dwell the Ghouls,-- There the traveller meets aghast But the traveller, travelling through it, By a route obscure and lonely, |