Down to a dark abyss my heart has sounded,
Where blasphemy and horror swim by night.
The other half the night obscures the earth.
The arctic regions never knew such dearth.
No woods, nor streams, nor creatures meet the sight.
The cruelty of that dire sun of frost,
And that huge night like primal chaos spread.
That they in stupid slumber can be lost —
So slowly does the skein of time unwind!