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THE DOOM is imminent of unholy hate. Hail to the light that glimmers where the leaves Are shaken by winds of dawning, and the sheaves Of hemlock swirl and scatter in the spate! Love, that has learned in faith to sorrow and wait, Sings loud his glorious charm and subtly weaves The spell subduing madness that receives The madman at his own mad estimate.
Ah, but the ponderous horror! Nay, not yet |