05.05.2012, 17:03
The Burial-Place Of The Gods
ABOUT me lay a region vague and vast,
A shadowy region strange and terrible,
And I, entranced beneath its awful spell,
Did know not if my soul from Life had passed,
Or whether, on the wastes of Death outcast,
I trembled now, amazed, in Heaven or Hell;
And then a sudden fear across me fell,
As on my straining sight there grew at last
Huge shapes, phantasmal, mute, unmoving, dead,
That dim along the formless glooms did lie,
Incorporate grown with the sepulchral night -
The shapes of Them who once the Olympian height
Or Asgard of the North inhabited,
Or dwelt unseen beyond the Syrian sky.
ABOUT me lay a region vague and vast,
A shadowy region strange and terrible,
And I, entranced beneath its awful spell,
Did know not if my soul from Life had passed,
Or whether, on the wastes of Death outcast,
I trembled now, amazed, in Heaven or Hell;
And then a sudden fear across me fell,
As on my straining sight there grew at last
Huge shapes, phantasmal, mute, unmoving, dead,
That dim along the formless glooms did lie,
Incorporate grown with the sepulchral night -
The shapes of Them who once the Olympian height
Or Asgard of the North inhabited,
Or dwelt unseen beyond the Syrian sky.