Luyện nghe bài hát The Poet's Nightmare

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

Hither and thither infinity
Of light and darkness, intermix'd;
all entity had consciousness,
Without th' accustom'd outward of life.
Of these circling currents was my soul,
from the flesh, a true constituent part;
Nor I less 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 view'd a feeble
Of silvern light, marking the ken
Which mortals the boundless universe.

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

Omnia risus et pulvis et omnia nihil.