Pascal had his gulf, wandering with him. -Alas! 'Tis all abyss-action, dream, desire, Word! And oftentimes I sense across my hair, Arisen all on end, the breath of Fear. Above, below, on every side: the fathomless, the verge, Silence, enthralling insidious space . . . In the pith of my nights God with His knowing finger Truceless a manifold nightmare shapes. Sleep gapes appalling as a cave no one knows, Suffused with impalpable horror, leading endlessly; Through all the windows I see merely infinity, And my being, reeling vertiginous ever, Covets insensible nullity. -Ah! to leave Numbers and Entities never! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGOISME A DEUX' by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE CALL TO THE COLORS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY ON A FLOWER FROM THE FIELD OF GRUTLI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |