'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe—

'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe — 'Tis dimmer than a Lace — No stature has it, like a Fog When you approach the place — Nor any voice imply it here Or intimate it there A spirit — how doth it accost — What function hath the Air? This limitless Hyperbole Each one of us shall be — 'Tis Drama — if Hypothesis It be not Tragedy —