[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 8-8a]

 

18-2-08.

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I dreamt[1] I was in an eternal night

Night drained by its never-ceasing length

I as one quite blind, but thus[2] with sight

Occasional winds with ranging hollow strength

Blew and sent a chill air into the room

Where I found a calm strange and quaint

     No voice † like[3] the gloom

     The silence sudden than of touch.

In a weird paly of |too-usual| fear

By one soft lamp {…} I read

Things that provoked me horror

Something that is in † in jaw is pier

Gone to the tragic night a {…} dread,

     In the streets not a tread

There was no sure that any street there was

But a suspicion of an outside dark

When winds and elevated sands did pass

I stare to less by thought in thought and mark

Strange words – not here nor there before to reap

Waves of outer term as my coarseness

Nevertheless the silence was as deep 

 

[8v]

 

     What it might mean I could not guess

The sudden me I did imagine living

Midst of a sleeping city old and weird

An old and unfound line |sense all|-giving

An unfound old sensation giving spirit

That still to gem may drain 

Then ‘twas an Eastern land, not seen but guessed

And then in the silence of a night

Eternal which no sentiment expressed

But a madness and protests fight;

Then deserts, cities, pines and caves

Then mountain, falls we all see

(In that ignored outside); then silent waves

Life a tragic unwearied sea.

Eras old and enormous to appal,

All instances, all times, by †, I

Build and care to and outside to be

Beyond my close {…} wall

But all was silence, night and mystery.

Inexplicable horror! Strange †!

All the somatic bed, all vague, all far

 

[8ar]

 

All the ardency, towards, and ignored –

A far cold, uncontrolled, abhorred –

Getting round the thought’s {…} deception

Instinct me with a far devoid of care.

Tremendous hours whose delirium ache

My spirit {…} cannot control

Inception that my vision takes

Which is perfectly awake[4]

     To all that loves and wakes the soul.

† I could quite to thee, fell, complete

The home of the dream of a long night

In a lone room outside all is on start

But things supposed, ignored, transcending quite

On far’s concernings to sense[5] must connect,

Could I of what I dream give thee the sense

Ah, the coldest green in form’s deep agony

At what a soul can hold of dreamed to fell

Of, dreamful, of inexpressible

Deamons, {…} intense

The cold and {…} imagining

Of what makes childish and a joy of Hell.

 

[8av]

 

In the dreams dip, dip as I lust

Dip, my sense sounds like a flame

About to be extinguished. What name

And in the world makes but as we must

Worth things stupid and we can conserve

I who am (since just Poe † do leave)

The love spot that both trusted must.

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[1] dreamt/ing\
[2] thus /yet\
[3] like /|hake|\
[4] awake → (smaller line)
[5] to sense /for {…}\