Luyện nghe bài hát The Poet's Nightmare

When from my fellows to the I stray'd,
In and dusk to meditate
On things forbidden, and to pierce the
Of seeming good and seeming
That o'er the tragedy of Truth.

Hither and thither infinity
Of light and darkness, strangely
all entity had consciousness,
Without th' outward shape of life.
Of these swift circling was my soul,
Free from the flesh, a true constituent
Nor felt I myself, for want of form.
clear'd the mist, and o'er a star-strown scene
Divine and measureless, I in awe.
Alone in space, I a feeble fleck
Of silvern light, marking the ken
mortals call the boundless universe.

Borne on the wings of immensity,
A touch of rhythm reach'd my soul;
Thrilling me more horror than with joy.

Omnia risus et pulvis et omnia nihil.