Through the veil’d empires of eternity—
A voice to cleave them! By the mournful truth,
By the lost promise of my blighted youth.
By the strong chain a mighty love can bind
On the beloved, the spell of mind o’er mind;
By words, which in themselves are magic high,
Armed, and inspired, and wing’d with agony;
By tears, which comfort not, but burn, and seem
To bear the heart’s blood in their passion-stream;
I summon’d, I adjured!—with quicken’d sense,