Lower than dive the thoughts of spirit-stricken fear in souls forecasting Hell,the deep void seems to yawn beyond fear's reach,and higher than sight Rise the walls and roofs that compass it about with everlasting Night.
VII.
The house accurst,with cursing sealed and signed,Heeds not what storms about it burn and burst:
No fear more fearful than its own may find The house accurst.
Barren as crime,anhungered and athirst,Blank miles of moor sweep inland,sere and blind,Where summer's best rebukes not winter's worst.
The low bleak tower with nought save wastes behind Stares down the abyss whereon chance reared and nursed This type and likeness of the accurst man's mind,The house accurst.
VIII.
Beloved and blest,lit warm with love and fame,The house that had the light of the earth for guest Hears for his name's sake all men hail its name Beloved and blest.
This eyrie was the homeless eagle's nest When storm laid waste his eyrie:hence he came Again,when storm smote sore his mother's breast.
Bow down men bade us,or be clothed with blame And mocked for madness:worst,they sware,was best:
But grief shone here,while joy was one with shame,Beloved and blest.