I wondered what terrible thing it was that I had done.

Sylvia Plath

Already madness lifts its wing 
to cover half my soul.
That taste of opiate wine!
Lure of the dark valley!

Anna Akhmatova

When it comes, the Landscape listens--
Shadows--hold their breath--
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death--

Emily Dickinson