Clear weather lighted my room,
Unaware dark crawled into the shadow of the broom,
What might follow the glance of the eye of the light,
Into the bitter which always craved to be better,
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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