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Of devilish pain.  This is th’ abyss indeed ; 
Fears on my mind and pains on body feed, 
Serpents of hell that gnaw my bones, nor quench 
The fires of torture with the sickly stench 
Of many a venomed drug, that clings and cleaves, 
An clutches like a dead man’s hand, and weaves 
Its subtle scheme of agony through me. 
Is God to help a mortal ?  Or are we 
Caught in Fate’s mesh without a hope to ’ scape ? 
Ah ! look around !  In every darksome shape ! 
Fearful, nude Venus grins.  Alcyone 
Mocks with her sickening smile.  Hill, moor, and lea 
Make me to hate them.  Only Clytie there, 
Wild arms thrown wide, an agony of hair 
Streamed fierce behind her, seems to sympathize ; 
Through selfish, yet despair in both our eyes 
Gives us a link of love.  The darkling room 
Is fearsome ;  one red light throughout the gloom 
Thrills my void veins with horror.  On the couch 
The gruesome hound with sleepy stare doth crouch. 
His red hard eye upon me.  Every shelf 
Of noisome books reflects my hideous self ! 
Lucky I burnt my picture !  Snakes on floor 
Writhe, lick my legs, I fear them.  By the door