Amy Levy - The Two Terrors lyrics

Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years ; A weary, winding train of maidens they, With forward-fronting eyes, too sad for tears; Upon whose kindred faces, blank and grey, The shadow of a kindred woe appears. d**h is the second terror; who shall say What form beneath the shrouding mantle nears? Which way she turn, my soul finds no relief, My smitten soul may not be comforted ; Alternately she swings from grief to grief, And, poised between them, sways from dread to dread. For there she dreads because she knows ; and here, Because she knows not, only faints with fear.