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Nemesis

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  • Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber
    Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night
    I have liv’d o’er my lives without number
    I have sounded all things with my sight;
    And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak
    Being driven to madness with fright
    I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning
    When the sky was a vaporous flame;
    I have seen the dark universe yawning
    Where the black planets roll without aim;
    Where they roll in their horror unheeded
    Without knowledge or lustre or name

    I had drifted o’er seas without ending
    Under sinister grey-clouded skies
    That the many-fork’d lightning is rending
    That resound with hysterical cries;
    With the moans of invisible daemons
    That out of the green waters rise
    I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
    Of the hoary primoridal grove
    Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
    And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
    And I flee from a thing that surrounds me
    And leers thro’ dead branches above

    I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
    That rise barren and bleak from the plain
    I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
    That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
    And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things
    I care not to gaze on again
    I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace
    I have trod its untenanted hall
    Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
    Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
    Strange figures discordantly woven
    Which I cannot endure to recall
    I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
    At the mouldering meadows around
    At the many-roof’d village laid under
    The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
    And from rows of white urn-carven marble
    I listen intently for sound

    I have haunted the tombs of the ages
    I have flown on the pinions of fear
    Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages
    Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
    And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes
    What it never can cheer
    I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
    The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
    I was old in those epochs uncounted
    When I, and I only, was vile;
    And Man, yet untainted and happy
    Dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle
  • [00:01.89]Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber
    [00:04.73]Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night
    [00:09.43]I have liv’d o’er my lives without number
    [00:12.93]I have sounded all things with my sight;
    [00:18.06]And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak
    [00:22.35]Being driven to madness with fright
    [00:26.79]I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning
    [00:30.99]When the sky was a vaporous flame;
    [00:34.38]I have seen the dark universe yawning
    [00:38.13]Where the black planets roll without aim;
    [00:42.77]Where they roll in their horror unheeded
    [00:46.01]Without knowledge or lustre or name
    [00:49.75]
    [00:51.96]I had drifted o’er seas without ending
    [00:55.52]Under sinister grey-clouded skies
    [00:58.61]That the many-fork’d lightning is rending
    [01:02.71]That resound with hysterical cries;
    [01:05.52]With the moans of invisible daemons
    [01:08.88]That out of the green waters rise
    [01:11.93]I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
    [01:16.33]Of the hoary primoridal grove
    [01:19.17]Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
    [01:22.29]And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
    [01:26.62]And I flee from a thing that surrounds me
    [01:30.43]And leers thro’ dead branches above
    [01:32.63]
    [01:34.18]I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
    [01:37.45]That rise barren and bleak from the plain
    [01:41.45]I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
    [01:45.15]That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
    [01:49.10]And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things
    [01:52.97]I care not to gaze on again
    [01:57.32]I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace
    [02:01.71]I have trod its untenanted hall
    [02:05.27]Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
    [02:08.01]Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
    [02:11.55]Strange figures discordantly woven
    [02:14.39]Which I cannot endure to recall
    [02:18.23]I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
    [02:21.87]At the mouldering meadows around
    [02:24.67]At the many-roof’d village laid under
    [02:26.90]The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
    [02:29.84]And from rows of white urn-carven marble
    [02:34.77]I listen intently for sound
    [02:37.01]
    [02:38.86]I have haunted the tombs of the ages
    [02:43.74]I have flown on the pinions of fear
    [02:46.83]Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages
    [02:50.23]Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
    [02:54.91]And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes
    [03:00.49]What it never can cheer
    [03:03.55]I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
    [03:08.74]The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
    [03:11.92]I was old in those epochs uncounted
    [03:15.57]When I, and I only, was vile;
    [03:19.96]And Man, yet untainted and happy
    [03:24.34]Dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle