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'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe-
'Tis dimmer than a Lace-
No stature has it, like a Fog
When you approach the place-
Nor any voice imply it here
Or intimate it there
A spirit-how doth it accost-
What function hat the Air?
This limitless Hyperbole
Each one of us shall be-
'Tis Drama-if Hypothesis
It be not Tragedy-