Author Robert Crawford A trance upon my spirit fell; It seemed as I were hurled Through aeons like an atom dark Beyond the flaming world: From void to void without a breath, As in a weird unknown Where Death had done his oldest work, And God himself was gone! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments