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I stood upon a hill The setting sun	A
Was crimson with a curse and a portent	B
And scarce his angry ray lit up the land	C
That lay below whose lurid gloom appeared	D
Freaked with a moving mist which reeking up	E
From dim tarns hateful with some horrid ban	F
Took shapes forbidden and without a name	G
Gigantic night birds rising from the reeds	H
With cries discordant startled all the air	I
And bodiless voices babbled in the gloom	J
The ghosts of blasphemies long ages stilled	K
And shrieks of women and men's curses All	L
These visible shapes and sounds no mortal ear	M
Had ever heard some spiritual sense	N
Interpreted though brokenly for I	O
Was haunted by a consciousness of crime	P
Some giant guilt but whose I knew not All	L
These things malign by sight and sound revealed	Q
Were sin begotten that I knew no more	R
And that but dimly as in dreadful dreams	S
The sleepy senses babble to the brain	T
Imperfect witness As I stood a voice	U
But whence it came I knew not cried aloud	V
Some words to me in a forgotten tongue	W
Yet straight I knew me for a ghost forlorn	X
Returned from the illimited inane	T
Again but in a language that I knew	Y
As in reply to something which in me	Z
Had shaped itself a thought but found no words	A2
It spake from the dread mystery about	B2
'Immortal shadow of a mortal soul	C2
That perished with eternity attend	D2
What thou beholdest is as void as thou	E2
The shadow of a poet's dream himself	F2
As thou his soul as thine long dead	G2
But not like thine outlasted by its shade	H2
His dreams alone survive eternity	Z
As pictures in the unsubstantial void	I2
Excepting thee and me and we because	J2
The poet wove us in his thought remains	K2
Of nature and the universe no part	L2
Or vestige but the poet's dreams This dread	G2
Unspeakable land about thy feet with all	L
Its desolation and its terrors lo	M2
'T is but a phantom world So long ago	M2
That God and all the angels since have died	N2
That poet lived yourself long dead his mind	O2
Filled with the light of a prophetic fire	P2
And standing by the Western sea above	Q2
The youngest fairest city in the world	R2
Named in another tongue than his for one	A
Ensainted saw its populous domain	T
Plague smitten with a nameless shame For there	I
Red handed murder rioted and there	I
The people gathered gold nor cared to loose	S2
The assassin's fingers from the victim's throat	T2
But said each in his vile pursuit engrossed	U2
'Am I my brother's keeper Let the Law	V2
Look to the matter ' But the Law did not	W2
And there O pitiful the babe was slain	T
Within its mother's breast and the same grave	X2
Held babe and mother and the people smiled	Y2
Still gathering gold and said 'The Law the Law '	Z2
Then the great poet touched upon the lips	A3
With a live coal from Truth's high altar raised	B3
His arms to heaven and sang a song of doom	J
Sang of the time to be when God should lean	C3
Indignant from the Throne and lift his hand	C
And that foul city be no more a tale	D3
A dream a desolation and a curse	E3
No vestige of its glory should survive	F3
In fact or memory its people dead	G2
Its site forgotten and its very name	G
Disputed '	Z2
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'Was the prophecy fulfilled '	-
The sullen disc of the declining sun	A
Was crimson with a curse and a portent	B
And scarce his angry ray lit up the land	C
That lay below whose lurid gloom appeared	D
Freaked with a moving mist which reeking up	E
From dim tarns hateful with a horrid ban	F
Took shapes forbidden and without a name	G
Gigantic night birds rising from the reeds	H
With cries discordant startled all the air	I
And bodiless voices babbled in the gloom	J
But not to me came any voice again	G3
And covering my face with thin dead hands	H3
I wept and woke and cried aloud to God	I3

Ambrose Bierce

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