Somnium Mystici by George MacDonald — Read

A Microcosm In Terza Rima.

I. Quiet I lay at last, and knew no more / Whether I breathed or not, so worn I lay / With the death-struggle. What was yet before / Neither I met, nor turned from it away; / My only conscious being was the rest / Of pain gone dead -- dead with the bygone day, / And long I could have lingered all but blest / In that half-slumber. But there came a sound / As of a door that opened -- in the west / Somewhere I thought it. As the hare the hound, / The noise did start my eyelids and they rose.