Dim spirit forms may hover o’er the past.
Forms that were once, like youth’s sweet visions, bright
And filled with glory—resolutions, hopes,
And thoughts of what thou purposed to have been;
But unfulfilled and fading there may float—
These are the forms that spectre-like may haunt
And darken then thy past.
Think well of this,
My soul, and ere within the portal dark
Of this unknown and silent future thou