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The pyramids—and fragments of the limbs Crushed by the blood-stained car of Jaggernaut— Herbs gathered in the moon-shine—henbane steeped In poisonous sweat exhaled from the dark yew That shades a murderous grave— And wholesome plants cankered by spawn of toads— 'Twill make a slimy hell-broth such as fiends Will purchase with invaluable gifts. It thickens; it increases. Oh rejoice! Emancipation from this load of clay Is close at hand. Say whither art thou bound?

Floating in air above the polar star— Spreading its wide illimitable waves Beyond the human eye, I love to watch The huge leviathan as he lies stretched Upon the old sea's surface, basking full In the bright borealis, troubling there The awful stillness of the summer night, Which knows no change from day, by the loud rush