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Through the guarded gateways

Of slumber

Past the wan-mooned abysses

Of night

Live o’er my lives without number

I have sounded all things with

My sight

I have whirled with the earth at

The dawning

When the sky was a vaporous flame

I have seen the dark universe

Yawning

Where the black planets roll

Without aim

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit

And great is the reach of its doom;

I had drifted o’er seas

Without ending

Under sinister grey-clouded skies

That the many-forked lightning is rending

That resound with hysterical cries

I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace

 I have trod its untented hall

Where the moon rising up from the valleys

Shows the tapestries things on the walls

Staring ages back

Fearbound

Please god help me

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit

And great is the reach of it’s doom

Not the pity of heaven can cheer it

Nor the respite found in the tomb

Staring ages back

Those lives I have had

There’s no peace for me

Fearbound

Please god help me

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit

And great its reach from its doom

Not the pity of heaven can

 cheer it

Nor the respite be found in the tomb