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Collected Works (Vol. III)
Collected Works (Vol. III) (1907), PDF p. 185
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LIBER TERTIUS VEL LABORIS 179
O place of all places discrowned !
Of Hecate darkens.
My sad soul hearkens ;
Moves fearfully on :-
ing, I linger awhile !
But fronting me tearful,
Me full of lament,
Shoots up the fearful
Den of the hound.
Ages they spent,
Gods, in the graving
That cavern profound,
That temple of hate,
Of horror and craving :—
O who shall abate
The moaning, the raving?
Dark the dull flame
Of the altar, the flood
Of the black lamb’s blood !
But who shall proclaim
That his soul can descry
The depth of that cavern immense where the
guardian of Orcus may lie?
Sleepest thou, devil?
Monster of evil !
Spawn of Typhon
By Echidna’s lust !
The hateful revel
_In blood and dust !
The obscene crone
And the monster’s terror !
The hideous thrust
Of an unclean thirst
In the halls of error !
_Expunged and accurst,
A lapping of hate,
A bride-bed rotten,
And thou, miscreate
And misbegotten !
O Hecate, hear me!
The terrors awaken,
The cavern is shaken
With horrible groanings.
Cryings and moanings
And howlings draw near me.
Lament-
I tremble, I fear me !
My lyre is forsaken.
The heart of the hollow
Is helpless to bear
The notes of Apollo
Through Stygian air.
But heavier shrieking
Revolves and resounds
In the ghastly profounds;
And the voice unspeaking
Of the hound of the damned
Runs eager, and bounds,
Malignantly crammed
In my ears, and the noise
Of infernal joys
In the houses of sin :-—
Let me pass to a direr place, to the terrors
unspoken within !
Dead silence succeeds
The sound of the prayer.
Again the loud lyre
Shudders and bleeds
In the desolate air
With a sound as of fire !
The hound recedes ;
But the gates stand there,
Barring desire,
Barring the way
Of the dead unburied,
Unshrived, and unblessed ;
They stand and pray
In legions serried,
Beating the breast,
Tearing the hair,
Rending the raiment.
There is none. to care.
No golden paymen
Availeth at all.
There is none to call;
There is none to pity :
They stand in their pain
At the gate of the city.
There is none to feel
Or give relief;
They are lost; they are vain ;
They are eaten of grief.
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