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 To quench Aldebaran's affronting fire, Low sparkling just beyond their cavern's mouth, Above a wicked queen's unhallowed tomb. There lichens brown, incredulous of fame, Whisper to veined flowers her body's shame, Mid stillness of all pageantries of bloom. Within, lurk orbs that graven monsters clasp; Red-embered rubies smolder in the gloom, Betrayed by lamps that nurse a sullen flame, And livid roots writhe in the marble's grasp, As moaning airs invoke the conquered rust Of lordly helms made equal in the dust. Without, where baleful cypresses make rich The bleeding sun's phantasmagoric gules, Are fungus-tapers of the twilight witch (Seen by the bat above unfathomed pools) And tiger-lilies known to silent ghouls, Whose king hath digged a somber carcanet And necklaces with fevered opals set. But Fancy, well affrighted at his gaze,