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Rh Glare thro' black shadows vague with forms

Convulsed with cries that pierce each dome

As impeached gumps seek plains unsunned,

(Satellites to mounted Light!) Teem in the wind-strewn crest of thorns

A phantom that a charnel urn

Spewed from its lap and canceréd fold,—

Trophies of grim Destiny's crypt! A burning pyre, whose deadly breath

Stir sighs of men as cesspools burn

A harlot strewn with virgin gold

That some malignant, stol'n script,

Condemn'd to witches' fateful death,

Spells reigning doom to one and all.

Where jarbling gumps ride hydras green,

And utter sharp, a curdling curse,

And wingless zimbs that storm each dell,

Glare at each shatter'd dome and wall

That speak of prowling apes in dream,

Of dragons drawing Horror's hearse