Shapes And Signs

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I SEE black dragons mount the sky,
  I see earth yawn beneath my feet -
 I feel within the asp, the worm
That will not sleep and cannot die,
  Fair though may show the winding-sheet!
 I hear all night as through a storm
 Hoarse voices calling, calling
  My name upon the wind-
 All omens monstrous and appalling
  Affright my guilty mind.

I exult alone in one wild hour -
  That hour in which the red cup drowns
 The memories it anon renews
In ghastlier guise, in fiercer power -
  Then Fancy brings me golden crowns,
 And visions of all brilliant hues
 Lap my lost soul in gladness,
  Until I awake again,
 And the dark lava-fires of madness
  Once more sweep through my brain.

© James Clarence Mangan