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A Confused Voice.

⁠We hear: thy words waken Oblivion.

Demogorgon.

⁠Spirits, whose homes are flesh; ye beasts and birds,

⁠Ye worms and fish; ye living leaves and buds;
⁠Lightning and wind; and ye untamable herds,
⁠Meteors and mists, which throng air's solitudes:

A Voice.

⁠Thy voice to us is wind among still woods.

Demogorgon.

⁠Man, who wert once a despot and a slave,

⁠A dupe and a deceiver! a decay,
⁠A traveller from the cradle to the grave
⁠Through the dim night of this immortal day:

All.

⁠Speak: thy strong words may never pass away.