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Rh Whence cometh he? What realms of gloom or light
 * Behind him lie? Through what weird terrors last
 * Thus clothed in stormy grandeur sped so fast,

Dishevelling his mane with wild affright? A youth with mien of martial prowess, blent
 * With majesty no shock disquieteth,
 * Vested in steely armour sheening clear,

Fearless bestrides the terrible portent.
 * "I," the tremendous steed declares, "am Death!"
 * "And I am Love!" responds the cavalier.

The Yellow Book — Vol. XIII.