Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress! Strange above all, thy length of tress, And this all solemn silentness ! The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, Heaven have her in its sacred keep! I pray to God that she may lie While the dim sheeted ghosts go by! My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep As it is lasting, so be deep! Soft may the worms about her creep! For her may some tall vault unfold-- Some sepulchre, remote, alone, It was the dead who groaned within. SILENCE. THERE are some qualities—some incorporate things, A type of that twin entity which springs Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name's "No More." Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless clf, (101) A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. TAKE this kiss upon the brow! You are not wrong, who deem In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, |