"And when I looked again, you were gone."
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I Could Not Sing
I faced eternal dark and cold, and horror,
Because the silence choked my song. I did
Not know a force could do that. Shriveled chords
Would die in grief, and none could bid
My lyre or lips to rise. And so I went,
To beg a dint of pity from a stone.
The dog, the ferry, shades of men… I bent
My face away. A man with flesh on bone
Should not have seen. I went below, below.
At last I saw the great pale god, his throne,
His stare. I begged in song. He granted, though
I could not trust. My eyes defied, I saw,
I looked away, and when I looked again—gone.