QUEEN MAB. I. How wonderful is Death, One, pale as yonder waning moon, The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave, It blushes o'er the world: Yet both so passing wonderful! Hath then the gloomy Power Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres Must then that peerless form Which love and admiration cannot view Without a beating heart, those azure veins |