A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,
And things are lost in the glare o
Which I can make the sleeping see

And like a dying lady, lean and pa
Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a ga
Out of her chamber, led by the ins
And feeble wanderings of her fadin
The moon arose up in the murky Ea

Oh! did you observe the Black Can
And did you observe his frown?
He goeth to say the midnight mass,
In holy St. Edmond’s town.
He goeth to sing the burial chaunt

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are
Ocean of Time, whose waters of de
Are brackish with the salt of huma
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy
Claspest the limits of mortality!

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditat

To Mary '— '—
So now my summer task is ended, M
And I return to thee, mine own he
As to his Queen some victor Knigh
Earning bright spoils for her inch

Tell me, thou Star, whose wings o
Speed thee in thy fiery flight,
In what cavern of the night
Will thy pinions close now?
Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray

They die—the dead return not—Mise
Sits near an open grave and calls
A Youth with hoary hair and hagga
They are the names of kindred, fri
Which he so feebly calls—they all

Unrisen splendour of the brightest
To rise upon our darkness, if the
Now beckoning thee out of thy mist
Could thaw the clouds which wage a
With thy young brightness!

Before those cruel twins whom at o
Incestuous Change bore to her fat
Error and Truth, had hunted from
All those bright natures which ado
And left us nothing to believe in,