Swinburne finds himself alone in "this Hades found of me / Ghostless
, all its gulfs and creeks and reaches, / Sky, and shore, and cloud, and waste, and sea" (III.
Yet it also conjures the horror of alienation, isolation, the ghostless
controlling machine, a bloodless world in which interpersonal connection is limited to the arms-length bargain, in which the only meaning is the agnostic logic of exchange.
They hover round and round, incredulous and, for once, scared ghostless
despite their horaltic pose.