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THE SINGLE HOUND.
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LIV.


A CAP of lead across the sky
Was tight and surly drawn,
We could not find the mighty Face,
The Figure was withdrawn.

A chill came up as from a shaft,
Our noon became a well,
A Thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell.