Explore "The Red Ribbon Dream" by Robert Graves on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As I stood by the stair-head in the upper hall / The rooms to left and right were locked as before. / It was senseless to hammer at an unreal door / Painted on the plaster of a ten-foot wall.
There was half-light here, piled darkness beyond / Rising up sheer as the mountain of Time, / The blank rock-face that no thought can climb, / Girdled around with the Slough of Despond.