Δαιμονζσμενος

Δαιμονζσμενος

By

Arthur Christopher Benson

YOU were clear as a sandy spring
    After a drought, when its waters run
Evenly, sparingly, filtering
    Into the eye of the sun.

Love you took with a placid smile,
    Pain you bore with a hopeful sigh,
Never a thought of gain or guile
    Slept in your wide blue eye.

Suddenly, once, at a trivial word,—
    Side by side together we stept,—
Rose a tempest that swayed and stirred ;
    Over your soul it swept.

Dismal visitants, suddenly,
    Pulled the doors in your house of clay ;
Out of the windows there stared at me
    Something horrible, grey.





MLA citation: Benson, Arthur Christopher. "Δαιμονζσμενος." The Yellow Book 1 (Apr. 1894): 83. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2010. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV1_benson_greek.html