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Rh (faintly at first):

Ah, well, I know that some disastrous doom Impends on us, falling or yet to fall, Since duly rob'd and on the tripod thron'd The influence awaiting, still there lay A fear like stone so heavy at my heart Almost it chok'd the springs of being, until The trance began to fold me, then came sleep, Not the old sleep, serene and anodyne, No blesséd influence me seemed, but ambush'd foe Warily watch'd my weakening, as I swoon'd Plung'd in the gulf abysmal, memoryless Save for a haunting horrorI return'd Flung back to life and sunlight, from the void Up sweeping, dizzy. Bending over me I found you, weeping, with Callixena. What then the sorrowful message that I brought Returning from my ill-starred embassy, What answer murmur'd in the merciful sleep,