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TIME AND ETERNITY
Far as the east from even,Dim as the border star,—Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms,Our departed are.
LXXIV
WHAT inn is thisWhere for the nightPeculiar traveller comes?Who is the landlord?Where the maids?Behold, what curious rooms!No ruddy fires on the hearth,No brimming tankards flow.Necromancer, landlord,Who are these below?
LXXV
IT was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.
It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl,—Nor fire, for just my marble feetCould keep a chancel cool.
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