But Oh! As To Embrace Me She

A Thousand Fantasies Begin To Throng Into My Memory, Of Calling Shapes, And Beckoning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names On Sands And Shores And Desert Wildernesses

Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.