Trembling before some nameless Imminence;
And fellow-guestship with the glutless Worm.
NIGHTMARE
As though a thousand vampires, from the day
Fleeing unseen, oppressed that nightly deep,
The straitening and darkened skies of sleep
Closed on the dreamland dale in which I lay.
Eternal tensions numbed the wings of Time,
While through the unending narrow ways I sought