Behind the door, beyond the light, <br />Who is it waits there in the night? <br />When he has entered he will stand, <br />Imposing with his silent hand <br />Some silent thing upon the night. <br /> <br />Behold the image of my fear. <br />O rise not, move not, come not near! <br />That moment, when you turned your face, <br />A demon seemed to leap through space; <br />His gesture strangled me with fear. <br /> <br />And yet I am the lord of all, <br />And this brave world magnifical, <br />Veiled in so variable a mist <br />It may be rose or amethyst, <br />Demands me for the lord of all! <br /> <br />Who said the world is but a mood <br />In the eternal thought of God? <br />I know it, real though it seem, <br />The phantom of a haschisch dream <br />In that insomnia which is God.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haschisch/
