A VISION OF LIFE AND DEATH.
Mine ears were deaf to melody,
My lips were dumb to sound:
Where didst thou wander, oh my soul,
When ear and tongue were bound?
'I wander'd by the stream of time,
Made dark by human tears:
I threw my voice upon the waves,
And they did throw me theirs.'
And how did sound the waves, my soul?
And how did sound the waves?
'Hoarse, hoarse, and wild!—they ever dash'd
'Gainst ruin'd thrones and graves.'
