one after one
step after step
the Figure tall
ascended
how hurried it
that Figure tall
as it
the steps ascended!
the dusk by hour
was now past
and night-torches
were burning:
hurried the
Figure up and up
the secret staircase
in hand its bore
a precious phial
secure in holding it
one after one
step after step
the Figure tall
ascended
how hurried it
that Figure tall
as it
the steps ascended!
And
that was long ago
Gone be the Figure
in the womb of Time
gone are the steps
in castle dilapidated
shunned by those who
know
and ruin in danger
of falling always
creaking of doors
groans at night
screams they heard
of murder:
all went away
into the night
and left the Castle
silent.
And
and
that Figure tall
the Figure
that ascended:
ah! it went in
to the womb of Time
its groans and creaks
remain
out in the centuries!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem