On that last night before we went
⁠From out the doors where I was bred,
⁠I dream'd a vision of the dead,
Which left my after morn content.

Methought I dwelt within a hall,
⁠And maidens with me: distant hills
⁠From hidden summits fed with rills
A river sliding by the wall.

The hall with harp and carol rang.
⁠They sang of what is wise and good
⁠And graceful. In the centre stood
A statue veil'd, to which they sang;

And which, tho' veil'd, was known to me,
⁠The shape of him I loved, and love
⁠For ever: then flew in a dove
And brought a summons from the sea: