Book: The feast during the plague

We are not afraid of the darkness of the grave.

We are not afraid of the darkness of the grave.

Godless feast, godless madmen!

Everything, everything that threatens death,
For heart mortal conceals
Ineffable enjoyment
Immortality, maybe, pledge!
And happy is he who amid unrest
To find them and to know they could.

There is rapture in the battle,
And the dark abyss at the edge,
And infuriated ocean
Amid the menacing waves and stormy darkness,
And in the Arabian hurricane,
And in the breath of Plague.