a fallen place
Rainy wind sweeps the empty gates
Of a ruined and fallen place
Where the Curse was called down
Upon all who dared utter
The dark name of Dread Hesperon;
Tremendous, titanic gloom whispers
Across the grey ephemeral vistas
Of his subterranean face–
Sublime glories transfix and displace
All fire of imagination,
And the promise of good things to come.
Cold and evil are the visions here,
By both infamy and inquiry made dumb.
All now is but torrential fear,
Bred from our own accurséd hates.