Despair

Once, I think I half remember
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember
Liv'd there such a thing as bliss
Skies that now are dark were beaming
Gold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn'd it all was dreaming
Deadly drowsiness of Dis

But the stream of Time, swift flowing
Brings the torment of half-knowing
Dimly rushing, blindly going
Past the never-trodden lea
And the voyager, repining
Sees the wicked death-fires shining
Hears the wicked petrel's whining
As he helpless drifts to sea

Thus the living, lone and sobbing
In the throes of anguish throbbing
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest

Once, I think I half remember
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember
Liv'd there such a thing as bliss
Skies that now are dark were beaming
Gold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn'd it all was dreaming
Deadly drowsiness of Dis



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Writer(s): H. Lovecraft
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