That night I drank deeply and long of my favourite nectar   Glass after glass I prepared, and drained each one off with insatiable and ever-increasing apetite      I drank till the solid walls of my own room, when I atlast found myself there   Appeared to me like transparent glass, shot throughout with emerald flame   Surrounded on all sides by phantoms      Beautiful, hideous, angelic, devilish      I reeled to my couch in a sort of waking swoon, conscious of strange sounds everywhere   Like the clanging of brazen bells, and the silver fanfaranade of the trumpets of war   Conscious too of a similar double sensation -   Namely, as though Myself were divided into two persons, who opposed eachother in deadly combat   In which neither could possibly obtain even the merest shadow-victory!