NIGHTMAREAs though a thousand vampires, from the dayFleeing unseen, oppressed that nightly deep,The straitening and darkened skies of sleepClosed on the dreamland dale in which I lay.Eternal tensions numbed the wings of Time,While through the unending narrow ways I soughtAwakening; up precipitous gloom I thoughtTo reach the dawn, far-pinnacled sublime.Rejected at the closen gates of lightI turned, and down new dreams and shadows fled,Where beetling Shapes of veiled, colossal dreadWith Gothic wings enormous arched the night.
As though a thousand vampires, from the dayFleeing unseen, oppressed that nightly deep,The straitening and darkened skies of sleepClosed on the dreamland dale in which I lay.Eternal tensions numbed the wings of Time,While through the unending narrow ways I soughtAwakening; up precipitous gloom I thoughtTo reach the dawn, far-pinnacled sublime.Rejected at the closen gates of lightI turned, and down new dreams and shadows fled,Where beetling Shapes of veiled, colossal dreadWith Gothic wings enormous arched the night.
As though a thousand vampires, from the dayFleeing unseen, oppressed that nightly deep,The straitening and darkened skies of sleepClosed on the dreamland dale in which I lay.Eternal tensions numbed the wings of Time,While through the unending narrow ways I soughtAwakening; up precipitous gloom I thoughtTo reach the dawn, far-pinnacled sublime.Rejected at the closen gates of lightI turned, and down new dreams and shadows fled,Where beetling Shapes of veiled, colossal dreadWith Gothic wings enormous arched the night.
As though a thousand vampires, from the dayFleeing unseen, oppressed that nightly deep,The straitening and darkened skies of sleepClosed on the dreamland dale in which I lay.
As though a thousand vampires, from the day
Fleeing unseen, oppressed that nightly deep,
The straitening and darkened skies of sleep
Closed on the dreamland dale in which I lay.
Eternal tensions numbed the wings of Time,While through the unending narrow ways I soughtAwakening; up precipitous gloom I thoughtTo reach the dawn, far-pinnacled sublime.
Eternal tensions numbed the wings of Time,
While through the unending narrow ways I sought
Awakening; up precipitous gloom I thought
To reach the dawn, far-pinnacled sublime.
Rejected at the closen gates of lightI turned, and down new dreams and shadows fled,Where beetling Shapes of veiled, colossal dreadWith Gothic wings enormous arched the night.
Rejected at the closen gates of light
I turned, and down new dreams and shadows fled,
Where beetling Shapes of veiled, colossal dread
With Gothic wings enormous arched the night.