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Rh With crystal diamonds red and bright,

Where Persephonê hath breathed a jem,

And frozen jazels that we see,

Alife with lusts of curst and damn'd,

Tho' windblown, thro' the moonless night,

She wanders with her anadem

On golden hair; nor doth she haste

When scarlet eyes peer thro' the snow,

But cavernéd mouths of grottoes black,

And storm-swept flight of dragons bold,

She passes as she treads the waste,

Off to the haunts of ghoullish show,

Where fires writhe and whispers track

Her wake unto the peaks of cold,

Above whose tower'd dome she sees

The tombs of father, mother, all;

Ay, now weeps she as the head-stones

Letter large, her unburied kin.

Now with her trembling arms and knees,

And back against the slimmy wall,

She vents her tears and choking moans,