Opium

I seemed to stand before a temple walled
From shadows and night’s unrealities;
Filled with dark music of dead memories,
And voices,--lost in darkness,--deep that called.
I entered. And beneath the dome’s high-halled
Immensity one forced me to my knees
Before a blackness--throned ’mid semblances
And spectres--crowned with flames of emerald.
Then, lo! two shapes that thundered at mine ears
The names of Horror and Oblivion,--
Priests of this god,--and bade me die and dream.
Then, in the heart of Hell, a thousand years
Meseemed I lay--dead! while the iron stream
Of Time beat out the seconds, one by one.