There is a place that some men know,
I cannot see the whole of
Nor how I came there.
Long
Flame burst out of a secret
Crushing the world with such a
The day-sky fell to moonless black,
The kingly sun to hateful
For those, once seeing, turning back:
For love so hates
Which is the providence of
She will not let it blessed
But curses it with mortal strife,
Until beside the blinding
Within that world-destroying pit-Like young wolves that have tasted blood,
Of death, men taste no more of it.
So blind, in so severe a place(All life before in the black grave)The last alternatives they
Of life, without the life to save,
Being from all salvation weaned-A stag charged both at heel and head:
Who would come back is turned a
Instructed by the fiery dead.
