Chapter LXXV

Dids’t ever fall in a fearful dream!
For now I was falling so:
And ye who have dream’d a fall, may deem
It was fearful to fall so low.
Falling, and falling, and falling—Hark!
’Twas a voice from the Earth that caught me;
’Twas wild as the song of the morning lark,
Or the laugh that my mother taught me!