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• Artiste: Forsaken
• Titre: The Poet's Nightmare
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When from my fellows to the grove I stray'd, In solitude and dusk to meditate On things forbidden, and to pierce the veil Of seeming good and seeming beauteousness That covers o'er the tragedy of Truth. Hither and thither through infinity Of light and darkness, strangely intermix'd; Wherein all entity had consciousness, Without th' accustom'd outward shape of life. Of these swift circling currents was my soul, Free from the flesh, a true constituent part; Nor felt I less myself, for want of form. Then clear'd the mist, and o'er a star-strown scene Divine and measureless, I gaz'd in awe. Alone in space, I view'd a feeble fleck Of silvern light, marking the narrow ken Which mortals call the boundless universe. Borne on the wings of stark immensity, A touch of rhythm celestial reach'd my soul; Thrilling me more with horror than with joy. Omnia risus et omnia pulvis et omnia nihil.