A rift in the shadows through which we grope,
An evidence that eternal night
Can never extinguish the star of hope.
NOCTURNE
As fall the dews of slumber soft and deep,
On wilderness and populated town,
Bound by the sweet influences of sleep,
Proud reason abdicates her golden crown;
Dark Lethe, of oblivious renown,
Fain would I quaff from thy forgetful streams,