Tost ’twixt passion and fear: tentatively
My eye shot roundabout,
Each freighting all my venture on a thought.
Then from the silvery glooms, a wizardry, fraught
With an imperative touch, fell on my soul,
Drawing all my thought thither with harsh control.
So, as I glowered upon its portals, wan,
Gaunt, lofty, lifting up a parlous height
Of shadowy phantasy, before its brink
Palely the air shivered, and its atoms shone