Time is an abyss –Profound as a thousand nights;I sojourn my haste, I make respitesFor what availeith this eager pace?One step more naught to face,Save the heirloom fatal kiss. I rave no more ‘gainst Time or Fate,For lo! my own shall ne’er come to me,Yet! – Who doth my future narrate?Dim the lights – I […]

"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.""There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,Men dementéd – blindfoldéd by light,Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths." "Might I too was blindfoldéd ere, "The quality of mercy and absolution,Tho’ years have master’d […]

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,Allow me thee to adown,Of any sort thou fancieth;Each holdeth its own fancy, I say –Yet the pleasure we partake inWas caus’d by the fang’d grin,Save!, do I for him anger hold?Nay – I knew I was fey!""Had I what it taketh I would do;I sense – I cannot […]

"Gaunt and gnarl’dReflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast,And with haste translateth to gild’d black post and fast.""Anon – anon, say I! – the lid aside,Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, "Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,‘Tis and hath e’er been merry blood […]

An artist is what is call’d the self that the brush holdeth –Though hath it then caringly caress’d the Canvas of to-morrow?,O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool – still! passionless it quivereth,Minding not that my hands are more than apt;My Muse, Where is hiddenThe blue-huéd arch’neath the High Heaven’s rich emblazonry,The flowery meadow, […]

"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augen verstecktAuch sind die Visionen schwarz, Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit;Schwarz wie die Nacht; Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat,Der Dämmerzustand des Menschen – Daß Du von Angst erfüllt bist.Ist meine Zeit des Daseins." Erzähle mir bitteWarum Du diese Angst in Dir trägst!" "Ich bin so alleine;Einsamkeit […]

Whether He the quaint savant’s power doth held I now not,Albeit aetat a thousand stars’ birth He is –Zuoth I that for reasons to me obliviousAugust of a granditude of servants is He held,And by plastic consonantry e’en more servants to the host addéd are –Pelf they are, dare I say!Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltryI […]