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Poem by Arthur William Symons


Haschisch


Behind the door, beyond the light,
Who is it waits there in the night?
When he has entered he will stand,
Imposing with his silent hand
Some silent thing upon the night.

Behold the image of my fear.
O rise not, move not, come not near!
That moment, when you turned your face,
A demon seemed to leap through space;
His gesture strangled me with fear.

And yet I am the lord of all,
And this brave world magnifical,
Veiled in so variable a mist
It may be rose or amethyst,
Demands me for the lord of all!

Who said the world is but a mood
In the eternal thought of God?
I know it, real though it seem,
The phantom of a haschisch dream
In that insomnia which is God.



Arthur William Symons


Arthur William Symons's other poems:
  1. In Fountain Court
  2. White Heliotrope
  3. Pastel: Masks and Faces
  4. Behind the Scenes: Empire
  5. Grey Hours: Naples


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