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Rh Set in twin ridges black and red,

Obtest the foam-sprayed battlements

To count the blood-drops on a bench

That the coals of Tartarus nurse—

Disastrous, imbosked Torture's bed! Make viscous this grim philster's hold.

Saffron Teocalli in the West,

Whose spiréd domes hold priceless stones,

And censers' fumes lull sighs and moans

As barriers dank, flee their fold,

Betrayed by crystals on a crest

That ride this kingdom's batter'd gnomes,

A fitful syrinx stills all groans

As chasms roar with devils' glee.

Then fancies greet each goblin's eye,

Each donga's depth and mount unsunned:

A quire's rune, in onyx dress,

And black-linkt harps with eyes that see

Each blood-set jazel in a sky,

Where heights eternal reign unstunned,