A VISION OF DESPAIR.
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And I said: "Is the changeable changeless?
Is Darkness the god that must rule?
Shall Darkness, and Death ever rule?
Shall no heaven-born light tint the rangeless,
Low lands that creep down to yon pool—
That ooze near the brink of yon pool?"
Is Darkness the god that must rule?
Shall Darkness, and Death ever rule?
Shall no heaven-born light tint the rangeless,
Low lands that creep down to yon pool—
That ooze near the brink of yon pool?"
So I fell on my knees in the rushes;
And prayed, and vowed vows mid the reeds—
For light—mid the thin, restless reeds.
For seven long days, mid the blushes
Of blood-flowers flush with the weeds,
I prayed in the rank-growing weeds.
And prayed, and vowed vows mid the reeds—
For light—mid the thin, restless reeds.
For seven long days, mid the blushes
Of blood-flowers flush with the weeds,
I prayed in the rank-growing weeds.
Then a star of a Sibylline luster
Illumined a spot in the gloom;
And beckoned me on thro' the gloom,
O'er dim, solemn woodlands where cluster
Sad hemlocks, and night-grasses bloom—
Where night-flowers sicken and bloom.
Illumined a spot in the gloom;
And beckoned me on thro' the gloom,
O'er dim, solemn woodlands where cluster
Sad hemlocks, and night-grasses bloom—
Where night-flowers sicken and bloom.
