I realize now that a messenger came
Ambling softly along the Earth’s coiled frame.
Alas, I heard neither approach nor tale,
Then awoke in the same tearful vale.
It is hard for the bard to raise his voice
O'er the din in the tavern of men's souls,
For by the hearth do mad devils rejoice
In dousing the sparks of the once hot coals.
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