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The Crypt

A celebration of gothic culture β€’ Est. World Goth Day 2026

βœ’οΈ Gothic Verse

Words from the shadows.

The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
β€” John Keats, La Belle Dame sans Merci
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
β€” Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
I am half sick of shadows, said
The Lady of Shalott.
β€” Alfred, Lord Tennyson
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.
β€” Lord Byron
After great pain, a formal feeling comesβ€”
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs.
β€” Emily Dickinson
Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
β€” John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land.
β€” Christina Rossetti
Is there anybody there? said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door.
β€” Walter de la Mare, The Listeners
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.|β€” Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.|β€” W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child
Because I could not stop for Deathβ€”
He kindly stopped for me.
β€” Emily Dickinson
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
β€” Andrew Marvell

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The Gothic in Poetry

The Romantic poets β€” Byron, Shelley, Keats β€” gave us the gothic sensibility: beauty in melancholy, the sublime terror of nature, the fascination with death and transformation. The Victorians β€” Tennyson, Rossetti, Dickinson β€” deepened it with loss, longing, and the uncanny.

Gothic poetry dwells in liminal spaces: twilight, ruins, the threshold between life and death. It finds beauty in what others turn away from.