A dark unfathomed tide br Of interminable pride - br A mystery, and a dream, br Should my early life seem; br I say that dream was fraught br With a wild and waking thought br Of beings that have been, br Which my spirit hath not seen, br Had I let them pass me by, br With a dreaming eye! br Let none of earth inherit br That vision of my spirit; br Those thoughts I would control, br As a spell upon his soul: br For that bright hope at last br And that light time have past, br And my worldly rest hath gone br With a sigh as it passed on: br I care not though it perish br With a thought I then did cherishbr br Edgar Allan Poebr br