Some half-remember’d strain of Paradise
Might sadly sound.
Hast thou been answer’d?—thou, that from the night,
And from the voices of the tempest’s might,
And from the past,
Wert seeking still some oracle’s reply,
To pour the secrets of man’s destiny
Forth on the blast!
Hast thou been answer’d?—thou, that through the gloom,
And shadow, and stern silence of the tomb,