(S 1) | ||
525 | A lone discoverer in these menacing realms | |
Guarded like termite cities from the sun, | ||
Oppressed mid crowd and tramp and noise and flare, | ||
Passing from dusk to deeper dangerous dusk, | ||
He wrestled with powers that snatched from mind its light | ||
530 | And smote from him their clinging influences. | |
(S 2) | ||
Soon he emerged in a dim wall-less space. | ||
(S 3) | ||
For now the peopled tracts were left behind; | ||
He walked between wide banks of failing eve. | ||
(S 4) | ||
Around him grew a gaunt spiritual blank, | ||
535 | A threatening waste, a sinister loneliness | |
That left mind bare to an unseen assault, | ||
An empty page on which all that willed could write | ||
Stark monstrous messages without control. | ||
(S 5) | ||
A travelling dot on downward roads of Dusk | ||
540 | Mid barren fields and barns and straggling huts | |
And a few crooked and phantasmal trees, | ||
He faced a sense of death and conscious void. | ||
(S 6) | ||
But still a hostile Life unseen was there | ||
Whose deathlike poise resisting light and truth | ||
545 | Made living a bleak gap in nullity. | |
(S 7) | ||
He heard the grisly voices that deny; | ||
Assailed by thoughts that swarmed like spectral hordes, | ||
A prey to the staring phantoms of the gloom | ||
And terror approaching with its lethal mouth, | ||
550 | Driven by a strange will down ever down, | |
The sky above a communiqu´e of Doom, | ||
He strove to shield his spirit from despair, | ||
But felt the horror of the growing Night | ||
And the Abyss rising to claim his soul. | ||
(S 8) | ||
555 | Then ceased the abodes of creatures and their forms | |
And solitude wrapped him in its voiceless folds. | ||
(S 9) | ||
All vanished suddenly like a thought expunged; | ||
His spirit became an empty listening gulf | ||
Void of the dead illusion of a world: | ||
560 | Nothing was left, not even an evil face. | |
(S 10) | ||
He was alone with the grey python Night. | ||
(S 11) | ||
A dense and nameless Nothing conscious, mute, | ||
Which seemed alive but without body or mind, | ||
Lusted all beings to annihilate | ||
565 | That it might be for ever nude and sole. | |
(S 12) | ||
As in a shapeless beast’s intangible jaws, | ||
Gripped, strangled by that lusting viscous blot, | ||
Attracted to some black and giant mouth | ||
And swallowing throat and a huge belly of doom, | ||
570 | His being from its own vision disappeared | |
Drawn towards depths that hungered for its fall. | ||
(S 13) | ||
A formless void oppressed his struggling brain, | ||
A darkness grim and cold benumbed his flesh, | ||
A whispered grey suggestion chilled his heart; | ||
575 | Haled by a serpent-force from its warm home | |
And dragged to extinction in bleak vacancy | ||
Life clung to its seat with cords of gasping breath; | ||
Lapped was his body by a tenebrous tongue. | ||
(S 14) | ||
Existence smothered travailed to survive; | ||
580 | Hope strangled perished in his empty soul, | |
Belief and memory abolished died | ||
And all that helps the spirit in its course. | ||
(S 15) | ||
There crawled through every tense and aching nerve | ||
Leaving behind its poignant quaking trail | ||
585 | A nameless and unutterable fear. | |
(S 16) | ||
As a sea nears a victim bound and still, | ||
The approach alarmed his mind for ever dumb | ||
Of an implacable eternity | ||
Of pain inhuman and intolerable. | ||
(S 17) | ||
590 | This he must bear, his hope of heaven estranged; | |
He must ever exist without extinction’s peace | ||
In a slow suffering Time and tortured Space, | ||
An anguished nothingness his endless state. | ||
(S 18) | ||
A lifeless vacancy was now his breast, | ||
595 | And in the place where once was luminous thought, | |
Only remained like a pale motionless ghost | ||
An incapacity for faith and hope | ||
And the dread conviction of a vanquished soul | ||
Immortal still but with its godhead lost, | ||
600 | Self lost and God and touch of happier worlds. | |
(S 19) | ||
But he endured, stilled the vain terror, bore | ||
The smothering coils of agony and affright; | ||
Then peace returned and the soul’s sovereign gaze. | ||
(S 20) | ||
To the blank horror a calm Light replied: | ||
605 | Immutable, undying and unborn, | |
Mighty and mute the Godhead in him woke | ||
And faced the pain and danger of the world. | ||
(S 21) | ||
He mastered the tides of Nature with a look: | ||
He met with his bare spirit naked Hell. |