Here you will find the Poem Dejection of poet Leon Gellert
Point thy battered prow to the dark shore Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades In the slow-moving marge, for I am of the shades, And I would see the mocking earth no more. Welcome is to me that starless dome That echoes of the dead, and the black Stygian flood That laps upon its strand like drowsy blood. Oh, bear me slow to my Avernian home! Oh, bear me with slow-metered melody, And wield thine oars in tune to some Plutonian lay; For I would be with shadows and forget the day To roam the dark aisles with Persephone. Guide me to the banks of some still stream To pluck the frail narcissus buds where?er I may; Or let me muse along some cypress-shaded way, And ponder on the glories of a dream. Then would I wander in those murky glades, Where great neglected Pan doth hide his once- sought horns, And sleeps all poppy-decked among his slum- bering fauns, or creeps with shut eyes through the sombre shades With opiate blooms all fashioned garland-wise, Would I, with solemn face and meekly bended head, Go forth alone to meet the world-forgotten dead With twilight in my soul, and sleep within my eyes.
