Into a glowing moment; and amid
The measure and the harmony that float
About us like an element, to find
Ithuriel’s whisper—but a breakfast bell!
There’s purity in dreams. The passions lie,
With the dull qualities of earth, asleep;
And the low interests of life are changed
For the etherial vision. We erase
Dark feelings with fantastic incident;
And feel cool fingers laid upon the brow