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    Pan and Æolus: Poems
    Pan and Æolus: Poems
    Pan and Æolus: Poems
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    Pan and Æolus: Poems

    By Charles Hamilton Musgrove

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Pan and Æolus - Charles Hamilton Musgrove

      Project Gutenberg's Pan and Aeolus: Poems, by Charles Hamilton Musgrove

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      Title: Pan and Aeolus: Poems

      Author: Charles Hamilton Musgrove

      Release Date: November 26, 2008 [EBook #27333]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAN AND AEOLUS: POEMS ***

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      POEMS

      BY

      Charles Hamilton Musgrove

      JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY

      INCORPORATED

      LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY

      Copyright, 1913,

      By Charles Hamilton Musgrove.

      CONTENTS

      PAN AND ÆOLUS

      A FUGUE OF HELL.

      I.

      I dreamed a mighty dream. It seemed mine eyes

      Sealed for the moment were to things terrene,

      And then there came a strange, great wind that blew

      From undiscovered lands, and took my soul

      And set it on an uttermost peak of Hell

      Amid the gloom and fearful silences.

      Slowly the darkness paled, and a weird dawn

      Broke on my wondering vision, and there grew

      Uncanny phosphorescence in the air

      Which seemed to throb with some great vital spell

      Of mystery and doom. With aching eyes

      I gazed, and lo! the dreadful scene evolved,

      Black and chaotic, like an awful birth

      To Desolation, of a lifeless world!

      My soul in agony cried out to God,

      When of a sudden all the place grew calm,

      Save for the trembling of the mountain peaks

      And the low moaning of the billowy winds

      Among the abysses. Dull lights here and there

      Kindled, like wreckage of a city razed

      By vandals, and the inky sky cupped up

      Into a black, impenetrable roof....

      But now from out the chaos there arose

      Another sound more fearful than the wail

      Of tempest, or the quake of mighty hills—

      A mortal cry, a human voice in Hell!

      II.

      The infernal glare grew brighter, and there came

      Unto mine ears the sound of many tongues,

      Mingling discordant curse with bitter cry

      Of lamentation. On the outer marge

      Of Hell's domains, set one at each of four

      Far sundered corners, four volcanoes grim

      Spewed up their flaming bowels into a sea

      Of blackness whence no light could issue forth.

      Beyond this fierce horizon, farther yet

      Than vision's wing could bear my gaze, I knew

      Hell's desolate kingdoms stretched their iron wastes,

      Hell's burning mountains waved their brands of flame,

      Hell's lava rivers plunged in fury down

      Their adamantine beds.

      The human cry

      Deepened,—the stunning babel shrieked and roared

      As though some mighty revolution swept

      The flying hosts along—some pang too keen

      For the immortal and transcendent pains

      Of Hell to quench, was burning in their souls.

      III.

      Slowly mine eyes pierced through the pallid light

      That crowned the awful place, and then I saw

      That which shall not be

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