sad Hades, brooding hidden in the night:
to know thy lonesomeness once made me sigh
with awful dread and sympathetic fright.
But I misjudged. No fellow sufferer thou,
who hast no ears to hear nor eyes to weep,
who art but rock beneath a rocky brow,
a senseless carcass of the cosmic deep!
Away! I love the gentle Earth, whose streams
murmur at my feet, whose tender lawns
I’ve lain on in my happy morning dreams,
whose sky I’ve seen aboil in fervid dawns—
all to crumble. In the darkness that yawns,
blind one, I’ll roam with thee when no sun gleams.