Answer:
A dark unfathomed tide
of interminable pride
A mystery, and a dream
should my early life seem
I say that dream was fraught
with a wild and waking thought
of beings that have been
which my spirt hath not seen
had I let them pass me by
with a dreaming eye
let none of earth inherit
that vision of my spirit
those thoughts I would control
as a spell upon his soul
for that bright hope at last
and that light time have past
and my worldly rest hath gone
with a sigh as it passed on
i care not though it perish
with a thought i then did cherish
