| (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. |