Shapes And Signs

I SEE black dragons mount the sky, I see earth yawn beneath my feet -- I feel within the asp, the worm That will not sleep and cannot die, Fair though may show the winding-sheet! I hear all night as through a storm Hoarse voices calling, calling My name upon the wind-- All omens monstrous and appalling Affright my guilty mind. I exult alone in one wild hour -- That hour in which the red cup drowns The memories it anon renews In ghastlier guise, in fiercer power -- Then Fancy brings me golden crowns, And visions of all brilliant hues Lap my lost soul in gladness, Until I awake again, And the dark lava-fires of madness Once more sweep through my brain.