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That land of ruinsthrough whose sky of brass
Hate's Harpy shrieked; and in whose iron grass
The Hydra hissed of undestroyable Sin.
XVI
And there at lastbeholdthe House of Doom--
Redas if Hell had glared it into life
Blood-redand howling with incessant strife--
With burning battlementstowered in the gloom.
XVII
And throned within sat Darkness.--Who might gaze
Upon that formthat threatening presence there
Crowned with the flickering corpse-lights of Despair
And yet escape sans madness and amaze?
XVIII
And we had hoped to find among these hills
The House of Beauty [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych] Three once told the Grace approves!--Curstyeathrice accurst
The hope that lures one on from last to first
With vain illusions that no time fulfills [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
XIX
Why will we struggle to attainand strive
When all we gain is but an empty dream?--
Betterunto my thinkingdoth it seem
To end it all and let who will survive;
XX
To find at last all beauty is but dust;
That love and sorrow are the very same;
That joy is only suffering's sweeter name;
And sense is but the synonym of lust.
XXI
Far betteryeato me it seems to die;
To set glad lips against the lips of Death--
The only thing God gives that comforteth
The only thing we do not find a lie.
_Spirit of
Dre