Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? : 
Where man’s profane and tainting hand : 
Whose is the love that gleaming through the world : 
Why is it said thou canst not live : 
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one : 
Wilt thou forget the happy hours : 
Within a cavern of man’s trackless spirit : 
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever : 
Would I were the winged cloud : 

Ye congregated powers of heaven, who share : 
Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud : 
Ye gentle visitations of calm thought : 
Ye hasten to the grave!  What seek ye there : 
Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move : 
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove : 
Yes! all is past—­swift time has fled away : 
Yes, often when the eyes are cold and dry : 
Yet look on me—­take not thine eyes away : 
You said that spirits spoke, but it was thee : 
Your call was as a winged car :