XII.As the lone, frighted user of a night-roadSuddenly turns round, nothing to detect,Yet on his fear’s sense keepeth still the loadOf that brink-nothing he doth but suspect;And the cold terror moves to him more nearOf something that from nothing casts a spell,That, when he moves, to fright more is not there,And’s only visible when invisibleSo I upon the world turn round in thought,And nothing viewing do no courage take,But my more terror, from no seen cause got,To that felt corporate emptiness forsake,And draw my sense of mystery’s horror fromSeeing no mystery’s mystery alone.
As the lone, frighted user of a night-roadSuddenly turns round, nothing to detect,Yet on his fear’s sense keepeth still the loadOf that brink-nothing he doth but suspect;And the cold terror moves to him more nearOf something that from nothing casts a spell,That, when he moves, to fright more is not there,And’s only visible when invisibleSo I upon the world turn round in thought,And nothing viewing do no courage take,But my more terror, from no seen cause got,To that felt corporate emptiness forsake,And draw my sense of mystery’s horror fromSeeing no mystery’s mystery alone.