In the darksome deep that around me hung,
And that seem’d to have never a goal.
XXVIII.
Alone, alone; in the deep alone,
Of an awful, soulless world unknown!
And there was I—but I could still
Think of such thoughts, as us’d to fill
Mine eyes with tears: and tears had then
Been sweet as sunlight seen again.
But tears were none, and never an eye