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304 Of intertwisted fibres serpentine

Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved,—

Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks

That threaten the prophane;—a pillared shade,

Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue,

By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged

Perennially—beneath whose sable roof

Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked

With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes

May meet at noontide—Fear and trembling Hope,

Silence and Foresight—Death the Skeleton

And Time the Shadow,—there to celebrate,

As in a natural temple scattered o'er

With altars undisturbed of mossy stone,

United worship; or in mute repose

To lie, and listen to the mountain flood

Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.