gaze

Cover art for the song <n>Im losing my fucking mind</n> by musician <n>Vizzyglizzy</n>.

A still from <n>Clément Cogitore</n>'s 2017 video, <n>Braguino ou la communauté impossible</n>.

<n>Woman #129</n> (2015) by photographer <n>Nasos Karabelas</n>.

It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,    Upon the cloudy mountain peak supine;   Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;    Its horror and its beauty are divine.  Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie    Loveliness like a shadow, from which shrine,   Fiery and lurid, struggling underneath,   The agonies of anguish and of death.    Yet it is less the horror than the grace     Which turns the gazer's spirit into stone; Whereon the lineaments of that dead face     Are graven, till the characters be grown   Into itself, and thought no more can trace;    'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown   Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain, Which humanize and harmonize the strain.    And from its head as from one body grow,    As [   ] grass out of a watery rock,  Hairs which are vipers, and they curl and flow     And their long tangles in each other lock, And with unending involutions shew     Their mailed radiance, as it were to mock   The torture and the death within, and saw   The solid air with many a ragged jaw.    And from a stone beside, a poisonous eft   Peeps idly into those Gorgonian eyes;  Whilst in the air a ghastly bat, bereft     Of sense, has flitted with a mad surprise   Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft,    And he comes hastening like a moth that hies After a taper; and the midnight sky   Flares, a light more dread than obscurity.    'Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror;     For from the serpents gleams a brazen glare   Kindled by that inextricable error,   Which makes a thrilling vapour of the air   Become a [ ] and ever-shifting mirror     Of all the beauty and the terror there—  A woman's countenance, with serpent locks,  Gazing in death on heaven from those wet rocks.