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A fantasy that came to me / As wild and wantonly designed / As ever any dream might be / Unraveled from a madman's mind, -- / A tangle-work of tissue, wrought / By cunning of the spider-brain, / And woven, in an hour of pain, / To trap the giddy flies of thought.
I stood beneath a summer moon / All swollen to uncanny girth, / And hanging, like the sun at noon, / Above the center of the earth; / But with a sad and sallow light, / As it had sickened of the night / And fallen in a pallid swoon.