JOURNEY THROUGH IMAGINATIONS

Bleak and drearry amid the night,
In the woods where no moonlight,
Travels pure and travels white,
By the dark winds in great delight.
There's ravens squeaking wild and loud,
And clamorous till the yonder clouds,
And I walk lone o'er earthen mounds,
Thru' the town of howling hounds.
And beneath a tree lone I perch,
And fling my arms as a perfect arch,
And savour the zephyrs as they blow,
Little by me; sweet and slow.
There in slumber as I drown,
I behold in dreams; a dazzling crown,
Crown'd o'er my slothful head,
As a perfect fit as 'twas carved and made.
And sudden as I thence behold,
There's a chariot mould'd gold,
Slowly from the realm of skies,
It came too nigh and my eyes;
Were baffled and confused,
Who hath this great chariot used?
As doth Gods from heaven's garth,
'Tis here to me in my earth,
And in a while a voice I heard,
Wake up o dear finest bard,
Tis...