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I: Dread under-life whose dreams / Along the midnight rush, / Poured out like cavern-streams / That from the darkness gush, / A murderous thought has issued forth to flood / A maiden's sleep in blood.
II: He that hath swum the heaven / Of woman's loving eyes- / To him a dream is given, / As helplessly he lies, / A dream that never nigh his thought had passed, / Till in that slumber cast.