Part 13 (1/2)

Upon some far-off happier sea-

No heavings hint that winds have been

On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!

The wave-there is a movement there!

As if the towers had thrown aside,

In slightly sinking, the dull tide-

As if their tops had feebly given

A void within the filmy Heaven.

The waves have now a redder glow-

The hours are breathing faint and low-

And when, amid no earthly moans,

Down, down that town shall settle hence,

h.e.l.l, rising from a thousand thrones,

Shall do it reverence.

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!