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Hence tis light that frees,
Halts tis heart that gently dies
“Where ignorance is bliss,
Tis folly to be wise”

Dancing blades of moon at night
Shadows escaping, no dare to fight
Till arcades fry in blinding light
I shall wait her holly might

And lo! My becoming
My grand turning to the beast
And O these murmurers
Flies at my grand corpseful feast