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Rh By the brute soul that made man's soul its food; By time grown poisonous with it; by the hate And horror of all souls not miscreate; By the hour of power that evil hath on good; And by the incognizable fatherhood Which made a whorish womb the shameful gate That opening let out loose to fawn on fate A hound half-blooded ravening for man's blood; (What prayer but this for thee should any say, Thou dog of hell, but this that Shakespeare said?) By night deflowered and desecrated day, That fall as one curse on one cursed head, 'Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say, The dog is dead!'