Of beetling black nebula, crash in their flight. How he rageth, and rendeth his organ assunder! The maddest of music but never a blunder. And never a prayer but he laugheth to scorn! For sake of the ghoul haunted beeches of morn? [Pg 56] [Pg 56] THE BIRTH OF FANCY THE BIRTH OF FANCY [Pg 57] [Pg 57] DESPAIR DESPAIR [Pg 58] [Pg 58] THE MAGAZINES THE MAGAZINES As sad as tongueless sorrow dying, To hear the strain, but come not flying Should charm the world to raptured wonder,
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