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Alas -- my poor Muse -- what aileth thee now? / Thine eyes are bedimmed with the visions of Night, / And silent and cold -- I perceive on thy brow / In their turns -- Despair and Madness alight.
A succubus green, or a hobgoblin red, / Has it poured o'er thee Horror and Love from its urn? / Or the Nightmare with masterful bearing hath led / Thee to drown in the depths of some magic Minturne?