Once, when the sun-burst flew its banner above broad seas and eastern hills, my casement knew that morning in her wondrous isle of youth distils perpetual balm, and tidings trumpeted of Eden air winsome and quick, round many a wilding grace, unwed, clad only in glad hair, bade fancy soar far and aloft along that limitless ecstasy of crystal, towards some shore where life were crown'd amidst a halcyon sea. Now ? desolate, despairful (lamentable retreat! wreck'd wheels and spars!), streaming from irresistible defeat the broken field of stars: and all our hope they bore, the appointed word and that unbroken song that should resolve our suffering dark in peace, deferr'd ? how long? The window is wide and lo! beyond its bars dim fields of fading stars and cavern tracts, whence the great store of tears that Beauty all the years hath wept in wanderings of the eyeless dark, remembering the long cark whereunder we, her care, are silent bow'd, invades with numbing shroud this dwindling realm of listless avatars. Dim fields of fading stars, and shall yet ye with amaranth rapture burn and maiden grace return sprung soft and sudden on the fainting night, rose passioning to white; or must our task remain and hopeless art that sickeneth the heart from yon dull embers to evoke the ghost of the first garden lost, sad necromancers we? Then let the blast, that waked you ancient, cast into the deeps your useless lagging dearth, O blazon'd shame of Earth, who then might hail the last oblivion, knowing you doomward blown before the advance of night's relentless cars, dim fields of fading stars! 40-'O white wind, numbing the world' O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl?d all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept in a half-light colour?d and warm, and call on thy dreams that have slept to charm thee from hate and harm. They are gone, for I might not keep; my sense is beaten and dinn?d; there is no peace but a grey sleep in the pause of the wind.