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 What shoulder pushed through those mists Of gay fantastic pastimes And startled hills of sleep? [He looks in a mirror.] Oh, apparition of me, Ruddy flesh soon hueless, Fade and show to my eyes The lasting bare body; Soul-sack fall away And show what you hold! Sing! Let me hear you sing.

[Sings.] Upon my lips, like a cloud To burst on the peaks of light, Sit cowled impossible things To tie my hands at their prime and height. Power, break through their shroud; Pierce them so thoroughly, Thoroughly enter me, Know me for one dead; Break the shadowy thread, The cowering spirit's bond Writ by illusions blond!

Ah! Let the morning pale