Excerpt from Eris: A Dramatic Allegory AM alone, yet nevermore alone! For in the aching abyss of the air Tremble a thousand phantasms of the brain, A conjured mimicry of things unseen, A seething maelstrom of distorted shapes That smirk and gibe with tongues of bitter hate, Strange eyeless gnomes and painted fairies bright That wander 'mid the shadows; and black bats Having the forms of men. By night, by day I walk amidst this maddening multitude, I hearken to the chatter of strange voices, I watch strange antic loves that go unnamed On earth; and feel the ghostly touch Of frenzied kisses that the world would scorn, (the far forgotten world of things unreal!) I laugh with apish revels, harlot joys. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.