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Came on at Neron's dream, and the two clashed
With a great noise together, and their bodies
Rang each on each like cymbals in the gloom
Sprung suddenly about them. With the dark,
The king's dream waxed monstrous in shape and stature,
Behemoth treading on a puny earth,
So did it stand and move, a ponderous bulk,
The nimbleness of Neron's dream was nothing.
The king's dream lifted like a rock and drove
The air snarling before it to a height
Past vision, thence it fell on Neron's dream,
Splitting its back from end to end, and Neron
Waggled his palsied hands about and wept.
With a great noise together, and their bodies
Rang each on each like cymbals in the gloom
Sprung suddenly about them. With the dark,
The king's dream waxed monstrous in shape and stature,
Behemoth treading on a puny earth,
So did it stand and move, a ponderous bulk,
The nimbleness of Neron's dream was nothing.
The king's dream lifted like a rock and drove
The air snarling before it to a height
Past vision, thence it fell on Neron's dream,
Splitting its back from end to end, and Neron
Waggled his palsied hands about and wept.
The verger, coming up with Neron's food,
Found what was left the day before untouched.
But being somewhat slow of wit, indeed
A person of marked unagility
Found what was left the day before untouched.
But being somewhat slow of wit, indeed
A person of marked unagility
