Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber
Past the wan-moon'd abyss of night
Have lived lives over 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
I had drifted over seas without ending
Under sinister grey-clouded skies
That the many-forked lightning is rending
That resound with hysterical cries
I have plunged like a deer through the arches
Of the hoary primoridal grove
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove
Great was the sin of my spirit
And great is the reach of its doom
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it
Nor can respite be found in the tomb
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber
Past the wan-moon'd abyss of night
Have lived lives over lives without number
I have sounded all things with my sight