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VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
Then a shape from the earth rose, and darkened and grew;
With wings like the wings of a dragon it flew;
The far constellations did tremble and reel:
Then knew I the Vexer of Heaven, Adbeel.
With wings like the wings of a dragon it flew;
The far constellations did tremble and reel:
Then knew I the Vexer of Heaven, Adbeel.
I rose—I, the mortal—confronting the Shade;
Nor quailed in his pathway, nor cried out for aid:
Heaven was not, earth was not, time was not, nor light;
But only Adbeel and my soul and the night.
Nor quailed in his pathway, nor cried out for aid:
Heaven was not, earth was not, time was not, nor light;
But only Adbeel and my soul and the night.
His wild eyes I saw—eyes that never might sleep—
Now lurid and baleful, now darkened and deep;
His breath scorched the air like the wind of the East,
And the censer he bore, and the rod of the priest.
Now lurid and baleful, now darkened and deep;
His breath scorched the air like the wind of the East,
And the censer he bore, and the rod of the priest.
In silence most awful we stood soul to soul,
And a great cloud of incense around us did roll;
The smoke of the incense did bend overhead,
Like Buthos, the Black-winged, that broods o'er the dead.
And a great cloud of incense around us did roll;
The smoke of the incense did bend overhead,
Like Buthos, the Black-winged, that broods o'er the dead.
"And thou art the Servant of Typhon," I thought.
