INFERNOGrey hells, or hells aglow with hot and scarlet flow’rs;White hells of light and clamour; hells the abominationOf breathless, deep sepulchral desolationOppresses ever—I have known them all, through hoursTedious as dead eternity; where timeless pow’rs,Leagued in malign, omnipotent persuasion—Wearing the guise of love, despair and aspiration,Forever drove, through ashen fields and burning bow’rs,My soul that found no sanctuary.**** For Lucifer,And all the weary, proud, imperious, baffled onesMade in his image, hell is anywhere: The iceOf hyperboreal deserts, or the blowing spiceIn winds from off Sumatra, for each wandererPreserves the jealous flame of sad, infernal suns.
Grey hells, or hells aglow with hot and scarlet flow’rs;White hells of light and clamour; hells the abominationOf breathless, deep sepulchral desolationOppresses ever—I have known them all, through hoursTedious as dead eternity; where timeless pow’rs,Leagued in malign, omnipotent persuasion—Wearing the guise of love, despair and aspiration,Forever drove, through ashen fields and burning bow’rs,My soul that found no sanctuary.**** For Lucifer,And all the weary, proud, imperious, baffled onesMade in his image, hell is anywhere: The iceOf hyperboreal deserts, or the blowing spiceIn winds from off Sumatra, for each wandererPreserves the jealous flame of sad, infernal suns.
Grey hells, or hells aglow with hot and scarlet flow’rs;White hells of light and clamour; hells the abominationOf breathless, deep sepulchral desolationOppresses ever—I have known them all, through hoursTedious as dead eternity; where timeless pow’rs,Leagued in malign, omnipotent persuasion—Wearing the guise of love, despair and aspiration,Forever drove, through ashen fields and burning bow’rs,My soul that found no sanctuary.**** For Lucifer,And all the weary, proud, imperious, baffled onesMade in his image, hell is anywhere: The iceOf hyperboreal deserts, or the blowing spiceIn winds from off Sumatra, for each wandererPreserves the jealous flame of sad, infernal suns.
Grey hells, or hells aglow with hot and scarlet flow’rs;White hells of light and clamour; hells the abominationOf breathless, deep sepulchral desolationOppresses ever—I have known them all, through hoursTedious as dead eternity; where timeless pow’rs,Leagued in malign, omnipotent persuasion—Wearing the guise of love, despair and aspiration,Forever drove, through ashen fields and burning bow’rs,
Grey hells, or hells aglow with hot and scarlet flow’rs;
White hells of light and clamour; hells the abomination
Of breathless, deep sepulchral desolation
Oppresses ever—I have known them all, through hours
Tedious as dead eternity; where timeless pow’rs,
Leagued in malign, omnipotent persuasion—
Wearing the guise of love, despair and aspiration,
Forever drove, through ashen fields and burning bow’rs,
My soul that found no sanctuary.**** For Lucifer,And all the weary, proud, imperious, baffled onesMade in his image, hell is anywhere: The iceOf hyperboreal deserts, or the blowing spiceIn winds from off Sumatra, for each wandererPreserves the jealous flame of sad, infernal suns.
My soul that found no sanctuary.**** For Lucifer,
And all the weary, proud, imperious, baffled ones
Made in his image, hell is anywhere: The ice
Of hyperboreal deserts, or the blowing spice
In winds from off Sumatra, for each wanderer
Preserves the jealous flame of sad, infernal suns.