Some say that gleams of a remoter world
Visit the soul in sleep, -- that death is slumber,
And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber
Of those who wake and live. -- I look on high;
Has some unknown omnipotence unfurled
The veil of life and death? Or do I lie
In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep
Spread far around unaccessibly
Its circles?
