Awakening; up precipitous gloom I thought

To reach the dawn, far-pinnacled sublime.

Rejected at the closen gates of light

I turned, and down new dreams and shadows fled,

Where beetling Shapes of veiled, colossal dread

With Gothic wings enormous arched the night.

THE MUMMY

From out the light of many a mightier day,

From Pharaonic splendour, Memphian gloom,