Quote by Lionel Johnson
Through thee, the gracious Muses turn, To Furies, O mine Enemy! And all the things of beauty burn With flames of evil ecstasy. Because of thee, the land of dreams Becomes a gathering place of fears: Until tormented slumber seems One vehemence of useless tears.
Summary
This quote captures the speaker's lament towards their enemy, attributing their presence to the transformation of beauty into chaos. The speaker believes that the inspiring and poetic Muses have turned into fierce Furies due to the actions and existence of their adversary. As a result, everything once regarded as beautiful and enchanting now becomes consumed by a destructive and sinister passion. The speaker's dreams, usually a realm of solace, are now a haunting space filled with fear and an overwhelming sense of futility, portraying the torment inflicted upon them by their enemy.