Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.

For so I created them free and free they must remain.

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.