Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom, <br />When a man's heart's pride grows great, <br />And nought seems now to foredoom <br /> Fate, <br /> <br />Fate, laden with fears in wait, <br />Draws close through the clouds that loom, <br />Till the soul see, all too late, <br /> <br />More dark than a dead world's tomb, <br />More high than the sheer dawn's gate, <br />More deep than the wide sea's womb, <br /> Fate.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prelude-tristan-and-isolde/
