To what dark purpose was the Will employed That fashioned, ere the dawn of Time grew dim,
The waste of ocean, from clear rim to rim A crystal chamber, sorrowful and void?
For surely not without design He wrought These vast horizons on whose margins [...]
O that I might be again
In the leafy solitudes
Where the ancient beauty broods
And the heart is healed of pain!
In a certain hidden place
Shined on by the evening star,
Where the woods and waters are
Dear as a beloved face.
’Tis a coun [...]