DIM child of darkness and faint-echoing space, That still art just behind, and never here, Death's herald shadow, unimagined Fear; Thou antic, that dost multiply a face, Which hath no self, but finds in every place A body, features, voice, and circumstance, Yet art most potent in the wide expanse Of unbelief -- may I beseech thy grace? Thou art a spirit of no certain clan, For thou wilt fight for either God or devil. Man is thy slave, and yet the lord is man; The human heart creates thee good or evil: As goblin, ghost, or fiend I ne'er have known thee, But as myself, my sinful self, I own thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE |