The House on the Borderland, by William Hope Hodgson

Grief 1

“Fierce hunger reigns within my breast,

I had not dreamt that this whole world,

Crushed in the hand of God, could yield

Such bitter essence of unrest,

Such pain as Sorrow now hath hurled

Out of its dreadful heart, unsealed!

“Each sobbing breath is but a cry,

My heart-strokes knells of agony,

And my whole brain has but one thought

That nevermore through life shall I

(Save in the ache of memory)

Touch hands with thee, who now art naught!

“Through the whole void of night I search,

So dumbly crying out to thee;

But thou are not; and night’s vast throne

Becomes an all stupendous church

With star-bells knelling unto me

Who in all space am most alone!

“An hungered, to the shore I creep,

Perchance some comfort waits on me

From the old Sea’s eternal heart;

But lo! from all the solemn deep,

Far voices out of mystery

Seem questioning why we are apart!

“Where’er I go I am alone

Who once, through thee, had all the world.

My breast is one whole raging pain

For that which was, and now is flown

Into the Blank where life is hurled

Where all is not, nor is again!”

1 These stanzas I found, in pencil, upon a piece of foolscap gummed in behind the fly-leaf of the MS. They have all the appearance of having been written at an earlier date than the Manuscript. — Ed.

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