A strain unheard, for cycles flown;
Adown the shadowed deeps this message fled,
Come ye, who first, love’s thrill hast known.
From distant ages dim, at last, I came,
With shining eyes of glim’ring dawn,
And throbbing heart aglow, destined to flame,
In love, through those as yet unborn.
I saw this self ancestral slowly fade,
To voiceless chambers of the gloom;
Where rest those throngs, who have so fully paid,