This Rome, that was the toil of many men, The consummation of laborious years - Fulfilment's crown to visions of the dead, And image of the wide desire of kings - Is made my darkling dream's effulgency,...
Poised as a god whose lone, detach'd post, An eyrie, pends between the boundary-marks Of finite years, and those unvaried darks That veil Eternity, I saw the host...
What hand is this, that unresisted grips My spirit as with chains, and from the sound And light of dreams, compels me to the bound Where darkness waits with wide, expectant lips?...
I dreamed a dream: I stood upon a height, A mountain's utmost eminence of snow, Whence I beheld the plain outstretched below To a far sea-horizon, dim and white. Beneath the sun's expiring, ghastly light,...
Lo, what are these, the gyres of sun and world, Fulfilled with daylight by each toiling sun - Lo, what are these but webs of radiance spun Beneath the roof of Night, and torn or furled...
Incumbent seemingly On the jagged points of peaks That end the visible west, The rounded moon yet floods The valleys hitherward With fall of torrential light, Ere from the overmost...