No sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this, too, will be swept away.... Observe always that everything is the result of a change, ... get used to thinking that there is nothing Nature loves so well as to change existing forms and to make new ones like them.--Marcus Aurelius.
A sickening odour, treacherously sweet, Steals through my sense heavily. Above me leans an ominous shape, Fearful, white-robed, hooded and masked in white. The pits of his eyes Peer like the port-holes of an armoured ship, Merciless, keen, inhuman, dark. The hands alone are of my kindred; Their slender strength, that soon shall press the knife Silver and red, now lingers slowly above me, The last links with my human world ...
... The living daylight Clouds and thickens. Flashes of sudden clearness stream before me,--and then A menacing wave of darkness Swallows the glow with floods of vast and indeterminate grey. But in the flashes I see the white form towering, Dim, ominous, Like some apostate monk whose will unholy Has renounced God; and now In this most awful secret laboratory Would wring from matter Its stark and appalling answer. At the gates of a bitter hell he stands, to wrest with eager fierceness More of that dark forbidden knowledge Wherefrom his soul draws fervor to deny.
The clouds have grown thicker; they sway around me Dizzying, terrible, gigantic, pressing in upon me Like a thousand monsters of the deep with formless arms. I cannot push them back, I cannot! From far, far off, a voice I knew long ago Sounds faintly thin and clear. Suddenly in a desperate rebellion I strive to answer,-- I strive to call aloud.-- But darkness chokes and overcomes me: None may hear my soundless cry. A depth abysmal opens And receives, enfolds, engulfs me,-- Wherein to sink at last seems blissful Even though to deeper pain....
O respite and peace of deliverance! The silence Lies over me like a benediction. As in the earth's first pale creation-morn Among winds and waters holy I am borne as I longed to be borne. I am adrift in the depths of an ocean grey Like seaweed, desiring solely To drift with the winds and waters; I sway Into their vast slow movements; all the shores Of being are laved by my tides. I am drawn out toward spaces wonderful and holy Where peace abides, And into golden aeons far away.