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Poem by Madison Julius Cawein
On reading De Quincey's "Confessions of an Opium Eater." I seemed to stand before a temple walled From shadows and night's unrealities; Filled with dark music of dead memories, And voices, lost in darkness, aye that called. I entered. And, beneath the dome's high-halled Immensity, one forced me to my knees Before a blackness, throned 'mid semblances And spectres, crowned with flames of emerald. Then, lo! two shapes that thundered at mine ears The names of Horror and Oblivion, Priests of this god, and bade me die and dream. Then, in the heart of hell, a thousand years Meseemed I lay, dead; while the iron stream Of Time beat out the seconds, one by one.
Madison Julius Cawein
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