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 Then through a door I passed into a room

Where Daniel stood, as I had seen him erst,

In wisest age, in all its happiest bloom,

Deep in the red and black of books immerst.

I would have spoken to him had I durst,

But might not, I, in that bright chamber strange,

Where, even as I lookt, the walls did change.

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