Dark dreams beyond this quiet sphere
within our sleep infest the ear.
Shapes all strange and towering
in the deep darkness lumbering:
They reach with hands that are not hands
their stretching arms stretch out like night.
I had seen it from my bed. No better cant to describe it than verse appears, but the allure! That is what I cannot put down: not on this page, and not from my soul. I long, it seems, to stretch my own hand out to that clasping presence, to meet it. Yet, what a dreadful terror afflicts me at that very thought.
