Somewhere, below, above,
Shall a day dawn,-this I know-
When Power, which vainly strove
My weakness to o'erthrow
Shall triumph, I breathe, I move,
I truly am, at last!
For a veil is rent between
Me and the truth which passed
Fitful, half-guessed, half-seen,
Grasped at-not gained, held fast.
- "Reverie," Asolando, lines 16-25