And All My Days Are Trances,
And All My Nightly Dreams
Are Where Thy Gray Eye Glances,
And Where Thy Footstep Gleams--
In What Ethereal Dances,
By What Eternal Streams.
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy gray eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
In what ethereal dances,
by what eternal streams.
Edgar Allen Poe
