Δαιμονζσμενος
By Arthur Christopher Benson
YOU were clear as a sandy spring
After a drought, when its waters run
Evenly, sparingly, filtering
Into the eye of the sun.
Love you took with a placid smile,
Pain you bore with a hopeful sigh,
Never a thought of gain or guile
Slept in your wide blue eye.
Suddenly, once, at a trivial word,—
Side by side together we stept,—
Rose a tempest that swayed and stirred ;
Over your soul it swept.
Dismal visitants, suddenly,
Pulled the doors in your house of clay ;
Out of the windows there stared at me
Something horrible, grey.
MLA citation:
Benson, Arthur Christopher. “Δαιμονζσμενος.” The Yellow Book, vol. 1, April 1894, p. 33. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/YBV1_benson_greek