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THE LAND OF EVIL STARS
The stars of those remotest hours!Peace and pallor of the flow'rsThey have fevered, they have marred,With the poison of their light,With distilled bale and blightOf a red, accursed regard:All the toil of sunlight hoursThey undoWith their wild eyes—Eldritch and ecstatic eyes,Stooping timeward from the skies,Burning redly in the dew.
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