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As the lone, frighted user of a night-road / Suddenly turns round, nothing to detect, / Yet on his fear's sense keepeth still the load / Of that brink-nothing he doth but suspect; / And the cold terror moves to him more near / Of something that from nothing casts a spell, / That, when he moves, to fright more is not there, / And's only visible when invisible / So I upon the world turn round in thought, / And nothing viewing do no courage take, / But my more terror, from no seen cause got, / To that felt corporate emptiness forsake, / And draw my sense of mystery's horror from / Seeing no mystery's mystery alone.