The dark, the drear belovèd One
That takes the tribute of this breast:
Dæmon disconsolate, in vain,
In vain petitioned and implored—
How many a midnight of disdain
Darkly and dreadfully adored!
Beauty, the virgin, evermore
Out of these arms with laughter fled—
Vanished—a voice by slope and shore
Haunting the world—Illusion dread—