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While I weep-while I weep!
O G.o.d! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O G.o.d! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
The Conqueror Worm
LO! t'is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of G.o.d on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That s.h.i.+ft the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama-oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
