Despair

Through passages dark and cold I called Beauty once aloud, so desperately shouted I that the echo Was satanically blank. I doubted the answer was pretty sad, But went still on,"the next will be glad." As the night deeper in air and me sank I heard a churchbell out trembling rang, With hands pushed in pockets Out of the overhallowed catecomb I sprang; Saw the owls kissing children's little tombstones Saw Nature's Beauty smiling on broken bones. So hours passed in darkness dark, I waited still...a sight I had heard Would overjoy my heart; Sunrise! that's the thing you want!" It rose and smiled...I parted my lips There in church'es yard,a nun had sat couched On a garlanded grave,her cheeks wet with tears... I sighed and turned my back... There was something wrong with me that In each beauty blended I saw A note of"Down with Hell."