We who run from the presence of the sun By the voided bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge
To catch the shadow, let the substance fall Like the sun's bright beam entangled in melancholia Entangled in the black roars of an image's stream
Put the wretch that lies in woe in remembrance of a shroud The match agreed with flames admired
Now I find hideousness in mind Shall I disturb this hallowed house? I have been sent with dusk before
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