To a Lady, LVIII

There is another world than this, And there ’twas mine to fall: ’Tis never a world of joy or bliss, But a world where fear and darksomeness, And gloom, enshroudeth all. Oh pray ye now, while pray ye can, That never ye come, where then I came; For never return’d a tell-tale man, That once went down to that world of flame.