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 NERT in his chair, In a candle's guttering glow; His bottle empty, His fire sunk low; With drug-sealed lids shut fast, Unsated mouth ajar, This darkened phantasm walks Where nightmares are:

In a frenzy of life and light, Crisscross—a menacing throng— They gibe, they squeal at the stranger, Jostling along, Their faces cadaverous grey. While on high from an attic stare Horrors, in beauty apparelled, Down the dark air.

A stream gurgles over its stones, The chambers within are a-fire. Stumble his shadowy feet Through shine, through mire; And the flames leap higher.