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POEMS.
Yes! soon!—For Lo you! . . . . while I speak. . . .
Mark, how yon Dæmon's eye-balls glare!—
He sees me!—Now with dreadful shriek
He whirls a Serpent high in air!—
Horror!—The Reptile strikes his tooth
Deep in my heart so crushed and sad!—
Aye, laugh, ye Fiends!—I feel the truth!
Your task is done!—I'm mad! I'm mad!
Mark, how yon Dæmon's eye-balls glare!—
He sees me!—Now with dreadful shriek
He whirls a Serpent high in air!—
Horror!—The Reptile strikes his tooth
Deep in my heart so crushed and sad!—
Aye, laugh, ye Fiends!—I feel the truth!
Your task is done!—I'm mad! I'm mad!
