From my experience I know nought else
Of this strange gift of seership, save that when
Life’s vexing problems sorely trouble me,
Then, ghostlike, riseth from dark spirit-depths,
Before my spirit’s eyes, some phantom form
Like some dream-being, grim and terrible,
Pressing with fearful weight upon my soul,
And clutching horribly around my heart.
It seems to speak right through me words like these:
‘If thou dost fail to gain the victory