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"_Jamque vale Soli cum diceret Ambrociotes, / In Stygios fertur desiluisse lacus, / Morte nihil dignum passus: sed forte Platonis / Divini eximum de nece legit opus._" / -- Callimachus.
/ I. Now there was wind that night, wild wind, and rain; / And frantic thorns, that huddled on the wold, / Seemed withered witches met in storm again / To keep their Sabbath and to curse and scold, / With gnarled, fantastic gestures, lame and old. / Deep in a hollow, where some cabin lay, / A lamplit window, like an eye of gold, / Glared, winked and closed -- or was't an Elfin ray, / A jack-o'-lanthorn gleam, lost on a wild wood way?