[BNP/E3, 79 – 10]

Death of God.

Ay ‘twas a dream! There endless in

{…} its toil

The cauldron of {…} boil

{…} and mad turmoil.

Tremendous was the struggle, harsh and keen

To have possession of things of small price

That were the tragic gilding of the scene.

And like obnoxious and nauseous mice

A spaciousness all full of mystery

All dread, all meaning in its {…} void

But the most dreadful thing the void knew there

Was the deep Mystery consciours[1] everywhere

A thing unpresent like a held-up breath

In from {…}

The presence of an absence we call death

Ay through the work and toil and rush of blood

The formed the normalness of that curst plain

More than abhorrent {…}

Was the dread sense: it was not understood.

In a soul-darkness terrible and that aught

That can with sea the thought

The struggle dim went on and no one knew

Through all the complex {…} be nought

Whether he went and dream and came and also

Was he sad and more all there. All in the dark

Was right that fearful and far-meaning dark

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Over

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And the wind felt with fear unto distress

That a deep meaning shroud this meaningless

A deeper meaning this {…} can find

Subtler than {…}

That new {…} could blind.

Thus[2] dreary, dreary, dreary anywhere

Was the tremendous prospect pleasure-void

That with deep horror {…} annoyed

Incrustated beyond what it did bear

Of meaning incoherent. Deep despair

Spy in the |*wind| that looked her well and fear

And a {…}

And miseries, hatreds fears and solitudes

Horrors and crimes and evils all, and wrongs

Memories that caress, dreams that delude

Like to a maniac horribly nude

The dream is here bare

All thus, fear everything and never rest

And never hope new in the {…} soul

Rest from deep suffering, a sight of the goal

That did struggle found having each other

Of which[3] despise his comfort and mother.

[1] consciours ^/present\

[2] Thus ^/So\

[3] Of which ^{/To which\}