COVER thy face, for there are fearful things

That flicker through the visions of the night,

Causing the soul to shiver with affright,

The dreadful images the Dream-god brings;—

I saw a dark form flying without wings,

Through falling darkness severed with strange light,

Fleeing away in wild and fearful flight,

And yet for ever running round in rings.

And as I wondered why that form fled so,

I saw another form with visage dread

Following fast upon the form that fled,

A dagger in his hand, a bitter foe—

Alas, my love, the flying form was thine,

The face of the pursuer, that was mine!