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He was an evil thing to see -- / Of joy his mouth was desolate, / His body was a stunted tree, / His eyes were pools of lust and hate.
Now silverly the linnet sings / On leaves that from his temples start / And gay the yellow crocus springs / From the rich clod that was his heart.