To feel the hideous darkness round me press,
Adding new terror to my loneliness;
While every pulse leapt quick
To clutch and grasp at the black, stifling air,
Then sink in stupor from my wild despair.
It comes upon me now!
I cannot breathe, my heart grows sick and chill,
Oh, mother, are your arms about me still—
Still o’er me do you bow?
And yet I care not, better all alone,