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Of all the spectres feared and then forgot / That haunt us sleeping, this is dreadfullest -- / Still to seek help and find it not / Through those dim lands that sleep and know not rest;
Followed for ever by a formless fear / That drawing near and nearer hungrily / Lowers against our dearest dear, / And nought can shield them from that jeopardy;