Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber Past the wan-mooned abysses of night I have lived o'er my lives without number I have sounded all things with my sight I have whirled with the earth at the dawning When the sky was a vaporous flame I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim Is this my nemesis? This is my nemesis I had drifted o'er seas without ending Under sinister grey-clouded skies That the many-forked lightning is rending That resound with hysterical cries I have plunged like a deer through the arches Of the hoary primordial grove Where the oaks feel the presence that marches And stalks on where no spirit dares rove Is this my nemesis? This is my nemesis (I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains That rise barren and bleak from the plain I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains That ooze down to the marsh and the main) (I have peered from the casements in wonder At the mouldering meadows around At the many-roofed village laid under The curse of a grave-girdled ground) (I have whirled with the earth at the dawning When the sky was a vaporous flame I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim) Is this my nemesis? This is my nemesis Is this my nemesis? This is my nemesis