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/ For the mountains' hoarse greetings came hollow / From stormy wind-chasms and caves, / And I heard their wild cataracts wallow / Huge bulks in long spasms of waves, / And that Demon said, "Lo! you must follow! / And our path is o'er myriads of graves."
/ Then I felt that the black earth was porous / And rotten with worms and with bones; / And I knew that the ground that now bore us / Was cadaverous with Death's skeletons; / And I saw horrid eyes, heard sonorous / And dolorous gnashings and groans.