chastisement—neither has it any happiness, for it knows not whether it is happy or otherwise: but the half-conscious soul is chastised where it is not deserving of it, and goes unchastised where it is richly deserving of it—and so has no happiness, but instead, unhappiness.
"Woe to the half-conscious soul," said Annabel Lee.
"How brilliantly does the emerald sea flash in the sunshine before the eyes of the half-conscious soul!—but burns it with mad-fire.
"How melting-sweet is the perfume of the blue anemone to the sense of the half-conscious soul!—but burns it with mad-fire.
"How beautiful are the bronze lights in the eyes of its friend to the half-conscious soul!—that burn it with mad-fire.
"How joyous is the half-conscious soul
