Superstition
In the waste places, in the dreadful night, When the wood whispers like a wandering mind, And silence sits and listens to the wind, Or, 'mid the rocks, to some wild torrent's flight; Bat-browed thou wadest with thy wisp of light Among black pools the moon can never find; Or, owlet-eyed, thou hootest to the blind Deep darkness from some cave or haunted height. He who beholds but once thy fearsome face, Never again shall walk alone! but wan And terrible attendants shall be his Unutterable things that have no place In God or Beauty that compel him on, Against all hope, where endless horror is.
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"In the waste places, in the dreadful night,..."
This evocative piece by Madison Julius Cawein, titled "Superstition", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...