The Mind; With Day Entombed
Not for Light's absence
Cringe, this hour, you
As for whose presence
Enlarged is. Dead!
Fearing's ghostly cloaked.
Uprose, fogged, too
Out this; by that, swamp-croaked.
That, swamp-hooted.
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