The Swoon - Poem by George Sterling
Upon me (as on Siddim's lethal plain
And on the cities of accurst desire
Came in its panoply of clinging fire
From Heaven's arsenal the mordant rain)
Fell Anguish. From that ministry in vain
Respite I sought: implacable that ire:
The torment deepened, lingering and dire,
Till God had numbered all the nerves of pain.
The mercy of her unremembered face
Oblivion turned upon me. At her sight,
Down gulfs beyond imagining to trace,
The realm of self sank in portentous flight;
The Spirit faltered in her secret place;
And lo! Pain's war rolled on another night!
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