EVEN as a dragon's eye that feels the stress <br />Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp <br />Suddenly glaring through sepulchral damp, <br />So burns yon Taper 'mid a black recess <br />Of mountains, silent, dreary, motionless: <br />The lake below reflects it not; the sky, <br />Muffled in clouds, affords no company <br />To mitigate and cheer its loneliness. <br />Yet, round the body of that joyless Thing <br />Which sends so far its melancholy light, <br />Perhaps are seated in domestic ring <br />A gay society with faces bright, <br />Conversing, reading, laughing;--or they sing, <br />While hearts and voices in the song unite.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-as-a-dragon-s-eye-that-feels-the-stress/
