His Mesmeric Experiment.
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Guarded 'round by my immortals.
Whoso, then, in rash pursuing
Of his will, shall seek these portals,
Guarded twice
And guarded thrice
By this triune of immortals,
Shall repent with bitter rueing.
Mine alone the right to enter
At these hidden sacred places
Where the heart
Holds apart,
While the angels veil their faces;
Mine alone the right to enter."
"Thine alone," my soul and heart there
Swift responded; then repeating,
Low of tone,
"Thine alone,"
Backward moving, slow retreating,
