The Vigil

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

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