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VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
Then a shape from the earth rose, and darkened and grew;With wings like the wings of a dragon it flew;The far constellations did tremble and reel:Then knew I the Vexer of Heaven, Adbeel.
I rose—I, the mortal—confronting the Shade;Nor quailed in his pathway, nor cried out for aid:Heaven was not, earth was not, time was not, nor light;But only Adbeel and my soul and the night.
His wild eyes I saw—eyes that never might sleep—Now lurid and baleful, now darkened and deep;His breath scorched the air like the wind of the East,And the censer he bore, and the rod of the priest.
In silence most awful we stood soul to soul,And a great cloud of incense around us did roll;The smoke of the incense did bend overhead,Like Buthos, the Black-winged, that broods o'er the dead.
"And thou art the Servant of Typhon," I thought.
