Christ! Instant dread! someone hold my head! Panic
Leaping up in me, out at me, but no, that's wrong, it cannot be --
The monster is gone! If only in me the monster would be dead.
Forty years, some would say long time, since I have crossed that door ledge
When one has did long before one's time,
And stands, sublime, entranced on God's great ground,
When one has left the boundaries of earth behind,
Slipped through the veil, forgotten to look round!
I felt you long to come to me, I saw a shadow pass
Across a jungle bush, and linger on the grass.
I felt a breath upon my cheek, a touch upon my hair.
What? Was it but my blood? -- No one else was there?