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I sit within the sodden gloom, / Amid the dead that wall the room; / Through galleries damp that reek decay, / My stumbling feet have groped the way. / Mine eyes that shudder at the light / Have read the secrets of the night -- / From skeletons with toothless jaws / I wring the utterance of the laws.
Where foul the spider makes his lair, / I con the lesson of his care. / In threads too fine for mortal eyes / I read Eternal Mysteries. / In graves of mouldered love and lust, / I search for secrets of the dust; / Through palls with time and ashes spread, / I plunge my hands among the dead.