Poem 1

Inspired after reading the first part of Hamilton's 'Dymer'

In the midst of contemplating
Dream I view through rippled glass:
A vision of consuming life
Which blinding, guiseth worthy as.

And moving in the twilit scene
An hundred thousand men i count
Fulfilling up their clasp'ed 'sels
Out of the sideral fount.

I witness that the hurtful spill
Did cause their leaden visages
And did unclear the corn'al way
Which aether ought make passage

Nor could the humble wights let loose
Of piteous state their fetter;
For dread, but more: for lead filled eyes
Which valued life the better.

Not so that n'worthy world exist,
But these, far from it stationed,
Could' but their soully gambit take
In fellish simulation.