moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purpose of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas! without the after restoration of the latter: Then all the charm Is broken-all that phantom-world so fair And each mis-shape the other. Stay awhile, The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms Come trembling back, unite, and now once more The pool becomes a mirror. Yet from the still surviving recollections in his mind, the Author has frequently purposed to finish for himself what had been originally, as it were, given to him. Eaμegov adiov arw: but the to-morrow is yet to come. As a contrast to this vision, I have annexed a fragment of a very different character, describing with equal fidelity the dream of pain and disease. KUBLA KHAN. IN Xanadu did KUBLA KHAN A stately pleasure-dome decree : Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills But oh that deep romantic chasm which slanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted [ing, And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seeth- Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, " And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she play'd, |