Of dreads and of dreams and of dooms.
And we clomb—till we stood at the portal
Of the uttermost point of the peak;
And she led, with a step more than mortal,
On, upward, where glimmered a streak,
A star, a presence immortal,
A planet, whose light was still weak.
And we clomb—till the limbo of spirits
Of lusts and of sorrows below
Swung nebular; and we were near its