Here in the naked primal night, Here where the VEILED sits graven in silence in ITS garden of weeds, Here where the NOTHING drowses and mutters of a SOMETHING to come; Here where the fangs of my soul have fastened at last; Here where through wild-steaming streams of passion and great shroud-like dawns I have dragged my undying Desire— Here, too, will I vigil with THEE through the glutted eternities— Thou imbecile artisan, thou bungler, evader, rhetor and faun!
Publication History
The Shadow-Eater [1915/17 and 1923]
1923 Edition Text Changes
- VEILED > Veiled
- ITS > Its
- NOTHING > Nothing
- SOMETHING > Something
- shroud-like dawns I > shroud-like dawns ⁋ I
- THEE > Thee