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 For ever to be heaped, and hounded there, In amicable rest, or rivalry With never-animate dust of the dun sea … … Anarchic spirits of the desert blast Celebrate all the ruin of the past! Shadowy Murder's dismal dialogue, Conspiring, ere she leap to disembogue Annihilating vials on my head, Who dare to stand alive among the dead. Carousals, wails from hollowhearts resound, Long agony of maniac souls around, Low moaning, shrieking, fading in a swound, Thundering exultant through the rifted tomb,

"Wait but a little, thou too shalt be there!"