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Rh Tho' twilight-witches spill their gloom,

(Betelguese's priestesses of woe)

Abhorrent gawks lure in the reeds

Where shatter'd lights wing sudden flight,

'Mid spun-waves kiss'd by poppy bloom.

Dank dulse, and rushing waters cold;

Eternal signs of shadowed night

Beyond the zephyr-haunted space

Of adequate lees 'neath the sky:

Unfathomed haunts of stark souls bold

That squat on waves of darkest dight,

Malignly mute as foam-waves race

To pyres where men in torture lie.

When thrones are levelled to the dust,

And glories fade in cauldrons tossed,

'Mid waters vaster than the night

In scarlet tombs that rasp grim Death,

Supernal selves, loosed from king Lust

As Dissolution bulwarks crossed,

Conviction of an undreamt might