Pan and Æolus: Poems

It seemed mine eyes Sealed for the moment were to things terrene, And then there came a strange, great wind that blew From undiscovered lands and took my soul And set it on an uttermost peak of Hell A mid the gloom and fearful silences. Slowly the darkness paled and a weird dawn Broke on my wondering vision and there grew Uncanny phosphorescence in the air Which seemed to throb with some great vital spell Of mystery and doom.