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Rh Echo to the sequesteréd isles;

An ivory pyx that rides the flood

On which fantasms spin their light,

Curse each soul's eternal enemy.

Within a pool where writhing coils

Shape cyphers bold and gorey thought,—

Two shadowed sklayres of Doom and Set!

The foam-dreams of the newly dead

Ascend. To hazards that the oils

Eschewed, haste dryades that were taught

To dance. And, whilst all souls forget

The chasms deep and oriflammed,

The spastic lights of a green room,

Dim torches show the jeweled tombs

Wherein are hid the studded crowns

Of Eastern queens; or, when high-bred

Dames pick from Death's unbroken womb

The coral wreaths and poppy blooms,

Two priestesses in scarlet gowns

Curse loudly as the royal dead

Are strewn with palmy leaves and dyes.