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AT last I entered a long dark gallery, / Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side / Were the bodies of men from far and wide / Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
"The sense of waiting here strikes strong; / Everyone's waiting, waiting, it seems to me; / What are you waiting for so long? - / What is to happen? " I said.