Pascal had his gulf, wandering with him. -Alas! 'Tis all abyss-action, dream, desire, Word! And oftentimes I sense across my hair, Arisen all on end, the breath of Fear. Above, below, on every side: the fathomless, the verge, Silence, enthralling insidious space . . . In the pith of my nights God with His knowing finger Truceless a manifold nightmare shapes. Sleep gapes appalling as a cave no one knows, Suffused with impalpable horror, leading endlessly; Through all the windows I see merely infinity, And my being, reeling vertiginous ever, Covets insensible nullity. -Ah! to leave Numbers and Entities never! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE |