IMITATIONA dark unfathom’d tideOf interminable pride—A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild, and waking thoughtOf 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 inheritThat vision on my spirit;Those thoughts I would controlAs a spell upon his soul:For that bright hope at lastAnd that light time have past,And my worldly rest hath goneWith a sigh as it pass’d onI care not tho’ it perishWith a thought I then did cherish.1827.
A dark unfathom’d tideOf interminable pride—A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild, and waking thoughtOf 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 inheritThat vision on my spirit;Those thoughts I would controlAs a spell upon his soul:For that bright hope at lastAnd that light time have past,And my worldly rest hath goneWith a sigh as it pass’d onI care not tho’ it perishWith a thought I then did cherish.1827.