Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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Darkness.
A terrible dream: I lay at dead of nightTortured by some vague fear; it seem'd at first
Like a small ink-spot on the ceiling white,
To a black bubble swelling in my sight,
And then it grew to a balloon and burst;
Then I was drown'd, as with an ebon stream,
And those dark waves quench'd all mine inward light,
That in my saturated mind no gleam
Remain'd of beauty, peace, or love, or right:
I was a spirit of darkness!—yet I knew
I could not thus be left; it was but a dream;
Still felt I full of horror; for a crew
Of shadowy its hemm'd in my harried mind,
And all my dread was waking mad and blind.
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