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The mildewed screes that hold the skulls

Of shambling spectres, wraiths, and souls,

Now waft the spiréd, rasping tones

Of risen helots, princes, lords;

And all up-rising mists from hulls

That stranded on these jejune shoals,

Evaporate when amber lights

Cleave phantom-screens and huddles black.

(For this each pixie sings for cheer)

Arcadian sights then hold sway:

Each corporal gump loves the sights—

The hidden past (an endless track)

Reviews each garneréd Greek and year,

Each warrior bold and lassie gay.

Sanious lights beyond the height,

Imbosked dysodile vaults of dwale

As ulexite flare in the rocks

Where implex aisles lead to gyte doom,

Lure illaqueate Thought to flight,

And at a Cyon, chained in stall,