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POEMS.
LXI.
"What, is not this my place of strength," she said,
"My spacious mansion built for me,
Whereof the strong foundationstones were laid
Since my first memory?"
"What, is not this my place of strength," she said,
"My spacious mansion built for me,
Whereof the strong foundationstones were laid
Since my first memory?"
LXII.
But in dark corners of her palace stood
Uncertain shapes, and unawares
On white-eyed phantasms weeping tears of blood
And horrible nightmares,
But in dark corners of her palace stood
Uncertain shapes, and unawares
On white-eyed phantasms weeping tears of blood
And horrible nightmares,
LXIII.
And hollow shades enclosing hearts of flame,
And, with dim fretted foreheads all,
On corpses three-months-old at noon she came
That stood against the wall.
And hollow shades enclosing hearts of flame,
And, with dim fretted foreheads all,
On corpses three-months-old at noon she came
That stood against the wall.
LXIV.
A spot of dull stagnation, without light
Or power of movement, seemed my soul,
Mid downward-sloping motions infinite
Making for one sure goal.
A spot of dull stagnation, without light
Or power of movement, seemed my soul,
Mid downward-sloping motions infinite
Making for one sure goal.
