Ebony and Crystal/Laus Mortis
LAUS MORTIS
The imperishable phantoms, Love and Fame,Nor Beauty, burning on the mist and mireA fugitive uncapturable fire,Nor God, that is a darkness and a name—Not these, not these my choric dreams acclaim,But Death, the last and ultimate desire,Great Death I praise with litany and lyre,And sombre pray'r implacably the same.
O, incommunicable hope that liesDeep in despair, as tapers that illumeSome fearful fane's arcanic, sacred gloom!O, solace of all weary hearts and wise!—The dream which Satan hath for anodyne,Which is to God a sweet and secret wine.