our present - our dream...

It is by 

no means 

an irrational fancy

that, in a 

future existence, 

we shall

look upon 

what we think 

our 

present

existence, 

as a dream.

the icy night of my spirit...

“Yes, I now feel that it was then 

on that evening of sweet dreams- 

that the very first dawn of 

human love burst upon 

the icy night of my spirit. 

Since that period 

I have never seen 

nor heard your name 

without a shiver 

half of delight, 

half of anxiety.”

the divided world...

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

deep into that darkness peering...

Deep into that darkness peering,

long I stood there,
wondering,
fearing,
doubting,
dreaming
dreams
no mortal
ever dared
to dream
before.