1915

Time lies cataleptic in my brain: Eternity alone reigns there. Infinite space has shrunken to a single point of fire, […]

Out from the brake and stubble of sense I peered for a moment— Wist! was that THEE that passed on

I am at the door of the Closed Room, I stand without, whispering and chatting to myself, in many fantastic

Here in the naked primal night, Here where the VEILED sits graven in silence in ITS garden of weeds, Here

Yonder lies my way. Yea, I have taken the road, and in a sleep, in a cycle, I returned to

It is well thou art hid, O Lord, and sittest with glued lips fast on thy throne beyond the yellow

Who are these shadows about me—my neighbors, my nearest, the jostler whom I felt at my elbow? I—I who have

I am a pale passionate Pilgrim evoked from the dust and the dark. In my brain are the molten ivories

Yon drowsing Spider that squats there upon Time’s rotting timbers spinning her seven webs of a million threads, spinning and