Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow, Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning.