When passion lieth sleeping, and my mind
Reveling in its dominion, far removed
From petty cares and struggles, soars aloft
(Smiling amid its tortures, then forgotten,)
Through the dark Future; with untiring wing,
Restless as the young eaglet, seeks the sun
Of light, and truth, and wisdom: or retiring
Back to the brilliant, unforgotten past,
Where every foot of earth contains a portion
Of immortality, seeks out its mate,