 | Gathered in the gloaming |  |
I am smitten and buffeted—dragged and driven—
Accursed of earth and accursed of heaven—
Hissed, hooted, harried—ah God! unshriven,
I drop in a bloody dew,—
And Hell-gate, horrible, opens wide—
Opens, with horrible shapes inside—
Opens, and . . . . draws me through.
Accursed of earth and accursed of heaven—
Hissed, hooted, harried—ah God! unshriven,
I drop in a bloody dew,—
And Hell-gate, horrible, opens wide—
Opens, with horrible shapes inside—
Opens, and . . . . draws me through.
| Gathered in the gloaming | |