Come with thine nnveilcd world. 3 truth of night. Come with thy caira. Adovvn the shallow day, Whose splendors hid the vaster world away, I wandered on this little plot of light, A dreamer amone dreamers. Veüed or bright, Whether the gold shower roofed me or the ffray, I strove and fretted at life's feverish play. And dreamed until the dream seemed infinite. Bat now the gateway of the all unbars; The passions and the cares that beat so shrill, The giants of this ietty world, disband; On the great threshold of the night I stand. Once more a soul self cognizant and still, Amoner the wheelintr multitude of stars.