Page:Poetry, a magazine of verse, Volume 7 (October 1915-March 1916).djvu/366

POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Where the sense shudders, witless and adaze, In a white void with neither depth nor height.


 * Within the black core of the pyramid,

Beneath the weight of sunless centuries, Lapt in dead night King Cheops lies asleep Yet in the darkness of his chamber hid He knows no black oblivion more deep Than that blind white oblivion of noon skies.