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France Ancient Regime	A
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I	-
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Go away	B
Go away I will not confess to you	C
His black biretta clings like a hangman's cap under his twitching fingers the beads shiver and click	D
As he mumbles in his corner the shadow deepens upon him	E
I will not confess	F
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Is he there or is it intenser shadow	G
Dark huddled coilings from the obscene depths	H
Black formless shadow	G
Shadow	G
Doors creak from secret parts of the chateau come the scuffle and worry of rats	I
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Orange light drips from the guttering candles	J
Eddying over the vast embroideries of the bed	K
Stirring the monstrous tapestries	L
Retreating before the sable impending gloom of the canopy	M
With a swift thrust and sparkle of gold	N
Lipping my hands	O
Then	P
Rippling back abashed before the ominous silences	Q
Like the swift turns and starts of an overpowered fencer	R
Who sees before him Horror	R
Behind him darkness	S
Shadow	G
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The clock jars and strikes a thin sudden note like the sob of a child	T
Clock buhl clock that ticked out the tortuous hours of my birth	U
Clock evil wizened dwarf of a clock how many years of agony have you relentlessly measured	V
Yardstick of my stifling shroud	W
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I am Aumaury de Montreuil once quick soon to be eaten of worms	X
You hear Father Hsh he is asleep in the night's cloak	Y
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Over me too steals sleep	Z
Sleep like a white mist on the rotting paintings of cupids and gods on the ceiling	A2
Sleep on the carven shields and knots at the foot of the bed	K
Oozing blurring outlines obliterating colors	B2
Death	C2
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Father Father I must not sleep	Z
It does not hear that shadow crouched in the corner	R
Is it a shadow	G
One might think so indeed save for the calm face yellow as wax that lifts like the face of a drowned man from the choking darkness	S
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II	-
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Out of the drowsy fog my body creeps back to me	M
It is the white time before dawn	D2
Moonlight watery pellucid lifeless ripples over the world	E2
The grass beneath it is gray the stars pale in the sky	-
The night dew has fallen	F2
An infinity of little drops crystals from which all light has been taken	F2
Glint on the sighing branches	G2
All is purity without color without stir without passion	F2
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Suddenly a peacock screams	H2
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My heart shocks and stops	I2
Sweat cold corpse sweat	J2
Covers my rigid body	M
My hair stands on end I cannot stir I cannot speak	K2
It is terror terror that is walking the pale sick gardens	L2
And the eyeless face no man may see and live	M2
Ah h h h h	-
Father Father wake wake and save me	M
In his corner all is shadow	G
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Dead things creep from the ground	N2
It is so long ago that she died so long ago	G
Dust crushes her earth holds her mold grips her	R
Fiends do you not know that she is dead	K
Let us dance the pavon she said the waxlights glittered like swords on the polished floor	R
Twinkling on jewelled snuffboxes beaming savagely from the crass gold of candelabra	R
From the white shoulders of girls and the white powdered wigs of men	P
All life was that dance	O2
The mocking resistless current	P2
The beauty the passion the perilous madness	S
As she took my hand released it and spread her dresses like petals	J
Turning swaying in beauty	M
A lily bowed by the rain	Q2
Moonlight she was and her body of moonlight and foam	R2
And her eyes stars	S2
Oh the dance has a pattern	T2
But the clear grace of her thrilled through the notes of the viols	S2
Tremulous pleading escaping immortal untamed	M
And as we ended	M
She blew me a kiss from her hand like a drifting white blossom	U2
And the starshine was gone and she fled like a bird up the stair	R
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Underneath the window a peacock screams	S2
And claws click scrape	V2
Like little lacquered boots on the rough stone	W2
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Oh the long fantasy of the kiss the ceaseless hunger ceaselessly divinely appeased	M
The aching presence of the beloved's beauty	M
The wisdom the incense the brightness	S2
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Once more on the ice bright floor they danced the pavon	F2
But I turned to the garden and her from the lighted candles	S2
Softly I trod the lush grass between the black hedges of box	S2
Softly for I should take her unawares and catch her arms	S2
And embrace her dear and startled	M
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By the arbor all the moonlight flowed in silver	R
And her head was on his breast	M
She did not scream or shudder	R
When my sword was where her head had lain	Q2
In the quiet moonlight	M
But turned to me with one pale hand uplifted	M
All her satins fiery with the starshine	Q2
Nacreous shimmering weeping iridescent	M
Like the quivering plumage of a peacock	X2
Then her head drooped and I gripped her hair	R
Oh soft scented cloud across my fingers	S2
Bending her white neck back	Y2
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Blood writhed on my hands I trod in blood	M
Stupidly agaze	S2
At that crumpled heap of silk and moonlight	M
Where like twitching pinions an arm twisted	M
Palely and was still	Z2
As the face of chalk	X2
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The buhl clock strikes	S2
Thirty years Christ thirty years	S2
Agony Agony	Q2
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Something stirs in the window	M
Shattering the moonlight	M
White wings fan	Q2
Father Father	R
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All its plumage fiery with the starshine	Q2
Nacreous shimmering weeping iridescent	M
It drifts across the floor and mounts the bed	M
To the tap of little satin shoes	S2
Gazing with infernal eyes	S2
Its quick beak thrusting rending devil's crimson	Q2
Screams great tortured screams shake the dark canopy	Q2
The light flickers the shadow in the corner stirs	S2
The wax face lifts the eyes open	Q2
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A thin trickle of blood worms darkly against the vast red coverlet and spreads to a pool on the floor	R

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