From “Queen Mab,” I.
      HOW wonderful is Death!
      Death and his brother Sleep!
    One, pale as yonder waning moon,
      With lips of lurid blue;
      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...