text:  I woke from sleep at midnight all was dark Solemn and silent an unbroken calm; It was a fearful vision and had made A mystical impression on my mind; For clouds lay o'er the ocean of my thoughts In vague and broken masses strangely wild; And grim imagination wander'd on 'Mid gloomy yew-trees in a churchyard old And mouldering shielings of the eyeless hills And snow-clad pathless moors on moonless nights And icebergs drifting from the sunless Pole And prostrate Indian villages when spent The rage of the hurricane has pass'd away Leaving a landscape desolate with death; And as I turn'd me to my vanish'd dream Clothed in its drapery of gloom it rose Upon my spirit dreary as before