Deathen

Moved by the spring eternal in himself, whereof the love in his heart was a river-shape, he turned away from the deathened stream, and without knowing why, sought the humanity in the castle.

So fevered — oh, so fevered, he, So low his little moan, O baby's tiny, burning brow, O mother's deathened groan, […]

His head fell forward, for some breathless space The blow was deathening; ghastly white in face […]

You go through some tunnel and you come out; you're delivered to somewhere else. You see exciting things and you come out on the other end. But in this case, it is related with psychological problems. It is going to be more deathening, more hellish or heavenish.