A dark unfathomed tide <br />Of interminable pride - <br />A mystery, and a dream, <br />Should my early life seem; <br />I say that dream was fraught <br />With a wild and waking thought <br />Of beings that have been, <br />Which my spirit hath not seen, <br />Had I let them pass me by, <br />With a dreaming eye! <br />Let none of earth inherit <br />That vision of my spirit; <br />Those thoughts I would control, <br />As a spell upon his soul: <br />For that bright hope at last <br />And that light time have past, <br />And my worldly rest hath gone <br />With a sigh as it passed on: <br />I care not though it perish <br />With a thought I then did cherish<br /><br />Edgar Allan Poe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imitation/
