A Wasted Illness

Lyrics
Through vaults of pain Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To dire distress And hammerings And quakes, and shoots, and stifling hotness, blent With webby waxing things and waning things As on I went "Where lies the end To this foul way?" I asked with weakening breath Thereon ahead I saw a door extend - The door to death It loomed more clear: "At last!" I cried. "The all-delivering door!" And then, I knew not how, it grew less near Than thеretofore And back slid! Along the gallеries by which I came And tediously the day returned, and sky And life—the same And all was well: Old circumstance resumed its former show And on my head the dews of comfort fell As ere my woe I roam anew Scarce conscious of my late distress . . . And yet Those backward steps through pain I cannot view Without regret For that dire train Of waxing shapes and waning, passed before And those grim aisles, must be traversed again To reach that door
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Credits
- Writers
- Thomas Hardy