To a Lady, XXVII

’Twas over! But then my death began; I was a disembodied man! Blind, and alone, and alive—but where! I was falling, and floating, and flitting through air; There was darkness here, there was darkness there; Oh where was I, poor soul! I had never a voice, and never a tongue, And I felt no limbs, but still I was flung In the darksome deep that around me hung, And that seem’d to have never a goal.