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Red was the battle, but in vain Hiss'd the hot embers with the rain. It wasted to a single spark; That faded, and all round was dark: Then, like a madman who has burst The chain which made him doubly curst, I fled away. I may not tell The agony that on me fell:— I fled away, for fiends were near, My brain was fire, my heart was fear!

I was borne on an eagle's wing, Till with the noon-sun perishing; Then I stood in a world alone, From which all other life was gone, Whence warmth, and breath, and light were fled, A world o'er which a curse was said: