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Death! and why should it be

That hideous mystery

Is with those atoms integral combin'd?

Alas! too well—too well,

I've prob'd unto the spell

In each dark imag'd sound, that lurks entwin'd!

Eternity, implied

In Death, and long denied

Now sacrifices my tortur'd menial gaze!

Whilst, with its lurid light

Heart-burnings fierce unite

And what may quench, the guilty spirit's blaze?

Annihilation!—this,

Was once, the startling bliss

I forc'd my soul to fancy Death should give!

But, whilst I shudd'ring bless

The hopes—of—nothingness,

A something sighs: "Beyond the grave I live!"

Tophet! I thrill! for scorn'd

Was the sere thought, though warn'd

Ofttimes that Death, enclos'd that dread abyss!

Now, by each burning vein

And venom'd conscience—pain

I know the terrors of that world, in this!

Heaven! ay, 'tis in Death

For him, whose fragile breath

Wends from a breast of piety and peace,

But darkness, chains, and dree

Eternal, are for me

Since Death's tremendous myst'ries never cease!