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Rh Feazing imps on serai's dome,

Drink from olpes icy philters cold,

Whilst scarn assails the morning light—

And gumps haste to the Dawn's first show.

Then pyres don mystic sklayres agleam,

A faffling fool leads gawks thro' hall

Where fays, in stones of ancient art,

Dance as Scorpions shake with glee:

Infernal pomps spread tawny sheen,

Strange figgum, amid unholy pall,

Pierce Sorrows with its poisoned dart

Whence horrors shake their limbs and flee.

And scenes, profound in Aspect's hue,

Play havoc with eyes of each soul:

Crimson dales (vague tho' they be)

And swards rise from the lurid moat;

Knees bend in Adoration's pew,

Blithe songs of cheer, far and near, roll

Thro' the halls to ebony sea,

Above whose breast twin whispers float—

Tremendous signs of dooms to be!