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Rh From far away within the unknown land, O'er belts of forest and o'er wastes of sand, A cry came thrilling, like a cry of pain From suffering heart and half-awakened brain; As one thought dead who wakes within the tomb, And, reaching, cries for sunshine in the gloom.

In that strange country's heart, whence comes the breath Of hot disease and pestilential death. Lie leagues of wooded swamp, that from the hills Seem stretching meadows; but the flood that fills Those valley-basins has the hue of ink, And dismal doorways open on the brink. Beneath the gnarled arms of trees that grow All leafless to the top, from roots below The Lethe flood; and he who enters there Beneath their screen sees rising, ghastly-bare, Like mammoth bones within a charnel dark, The white and ragged stems of paper-bark, That drip down moisture with a ceaseless drip, From lines that run like cordage of a ship;