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I love all sombre and autumnal things, Regal and mournful and funereal, Things strange and curious and majestical, Whereto a solemn savor of death clings:
Coerulian serpents mark'd with azure rings;
Awful cathedrals where rich shadows fall;
Hoarse symphonies sepulchral as a pall;
Mad crimes adorn'd with bestial blazonings.
Therefore I love thee more than aught that dies, Within whose subtile beauty slumbereth The twain solemnity of life and death;
Therefore I sit beside thee far from day And look into thy holy eyes alway, Thy desolate eyes, thine unillumin'd eyes.