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/ Between the death of day and birth of night, / By War's red light, / I met with one in trailing sorrows clad, / Whose features had / The look of Him who died to set men right.
/ Around him many horrors, like great worms, / Terrific forms, / Crawled, helmed like hippogriff and rosmarine, -- / Gaunt and obscene, / Urged on to battle with a thousand arms.