The Visitor Abhorred

Unknowable Power is o'er me —
The might of unknowable Mind;
And fathomless Time is before me,
And fathomless Time is behind.

And I sit at the Feast of Illusion
In the Palace of Baffled Quest,
Awaiting the loathed intrusion
Of the silent Unbidden Guest,

Who passes the sleeping sentry,
And leaves him to slumber on —
And makes his triumphal entry,
And casts his dart, and is gone.
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