Suddenly kindling the skylight's pitchy square, The eyes of a cat, sinister, glassy and green, Caught by a trick of the light in a senseless stare... And the powers of the older night, abhorrent, obscene, Each from his den of darkness and loathly lair, Slink to my bedside, and gibber and mow, and fill My heart with the Fear of the Fen and the Dread of the Hill And the Terror that stalks by night through the Wood of Doom. And things that are headless and nameless throng the room: The cold webbed fingers of witches are in my hair: The clammy lips of the warlock are clenched to mine: The Eel of the bottomless pit of Deadman's Bog Slithers an icy spiral about my spine: A corpse-clutch freezes my midriff, the foul reek of Fog... When my hand is licked by the warm wet tongue of my dog; The eyes blink out; and Horror slinks back to her den; And I breathe again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE WHITE MOMENTS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE IDLER'S CALENDAR; MAY: THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ONE IN A HOSTILE CAMP by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 3, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |