Swept back the veil, removed the ban,
And demon-ridden, and accursed with fear,
I stalked, once more primeval man.
Ah me, this thing, cast from the pit of night,
Knew naught but savagery and lust;
I searched in vain for truth, for love, for light,
Then bid him vanish back to dust.
“Within the mystic caverns of our souls.”
Undaunted through my soul again I sped,