Pregnant with waking light.
Unknowing what its purport, what to think
Scarce dared I hazard—gazing, smote to trance,
Riveted there with every thought and glance.
The pallid atoms, hither-thither mazed,
Smitten with iridescent rigours, shaped
As to an outline—gaunt and leanly draped
With flowing vesture, bony arms upraised
Talon-befingered. Its Visage all was wan,
Harrowed and sexless, like some skeleton