That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 1 Like life and fear, a dark reality .
Nothing beside remains .
The beauty and the joy of their renewed might. 1 Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. A moment, then is quench'd in a most cold repose . 1 Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reprov'd . Of deep and liquid rest , forgetful of all ill.