MY DEFEAT.
Sweeter than any sung
My songs that found no tongue.
Whittier: My Triumph.
In the universe swept by the eyes of my soul,
Swim a myriad luminous stars and suns;
And swift through my brains burning æther they roll
Like the infinite trains of the heavenly ones.
In my dreams I outstretch my vain arms with delight
For the forms of the angels that sing round my bed;
But alas! for the chorus of seraphs take flight
And beckon me whither but angels may tread.
And I muse with my heart when my mind sits a-dream
While vibrations of light from the heavenly cars
Fleet swift thro’ the arms of my soul in bright gleam,
And leave me upreaching for aye tow’rd the stars.