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Of trailing angers on the monstrous night,

Magnificently fall.

Far off from her that bore us be such fate,

And vain against her gate

Its knocking. But by chinks and crannies, Death,

Forbid the doorways, oft-times entereth.

Let her drink deep of discontent, and sow