The White Island
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In this world, the Isle of Dreams,
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes,
- Reciting:
- Reciting:
But when once from hence we fly,
More and more approaching night
Unto young eternity,
- Uniting
- Uniting
In that whiter Island where
Things are evermore sincere;
Candour here, and lustre there,
- Delighting:—
- Delighting:—
There no monstrous fancies shall
Out of hell an horror call,
To create, or cause at all
- Affrighting.
- Affrighting.
There, in calm and cooling sleep,
We our eyes shall never steep,
But eternal watch shall keep,
- Attending
- Attending
Pleasures such as shall pursue
Me immortalized, and you:
And fresh joys, as never too
- Have ending.