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Rh As vapours green, war with the light,

Faint as the sunset's golden dyes.

All mounts of bone are tombs of weal,

Each scree, a temple of king Doom;

And runnels that the suns do shun,

Are pools where offal reeks most strong

And thro' the air giant wasps do reel;

On barriers bleak, reptiles soom;

A Vulture that no shard can stun

Gawks at the multitudes gone wrong.

Where waters with the venom crawls

To oriels, where banners float

Beside a dome-thrown surf of blood

T'ward letters large, that Hell hath wrought,

Worm-like vapours skirr thro' the halls

And reach a distant, lurid moat,

Where sighs and groans upon a flood

Ascend to heights of a grey ghaut— Satellites to Destiny's crypt! And Vespers that the Twilight brought—