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All day the world's mad mocking strife, / The venomed prick of probing knife, / The baleful, subtle leer of scorn / That rims the world from morn to morn, / While reptile-visions writhe and creep / Into the very arms of sleep / To quench the fitful burnished gleams: / A crucifixion in my dreams!