A curtain hides the mystery 
 That in the world is known to be, 
 Mute-horrid as impending thunder, 
 From eyes unsensual that would see 
 Behind it things for more than wonder -
 A curtain past whose living folds 
 His court of shadows Horror hold
 And he that curtain who shall part 
 But in his mind, will feel the heart 
 Grow weak before the irony 
 That Nothingness pains more the heart 
 Than things that are or seem to be, 
 That Nothingness can give a fear, 
 A sorrow nothing can give her