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 |