clear moon uprose and spread
Her cold, pale splendor oíer
A light-strewn path that seemed to lead
Outward into eternity.
Between the darkness and the gleam
An old-world spell encompassed
Methought that in a godlike dream
I trod upon the sea.
And lo! upon
that glimmering road,
In shining companies unfurled,
The trains of many a primal god,
The monsters of the elder world;
Strange creatures that, with silver wings,
Scarce touched the oceanís thronging
The phantoms of old tales, and things
Whose shapes are known no more.
Giants and demi-gods who once
Were dwellers of the earth and
And they who from Deucalionís stones,
Rose men without an infancy;
whose majestic lids
Timeís solemn secrets seemed
Tritons and pale-limbed Nereids,
And forms of heaven and hell.
Some who were heroes long of yore,
When the great world was hale
And some whose marble lips yet pour
The murmur of an antique tongue;
Sad queens, whose names are like soft moans,
Whose griefs were written up
And some who on their silver thrones
Were goddesses of old.
As if I had
been dead indeed,
And come into some after-land,
I saw them pass me, and take heed,
And touch me with each mighty
And evermore a murmurous stream,
So beautiful they seemed to
Not less than in a godlike dream
I trod the shining sea.