"Attend.
There is a banquet in the inner room:
Shall we remove the plate?
Varin.
Leave it alone:
Wine in the cups, the spicy meats uncovered,
And the round lamps each with a star of flame
Upon their brink; let winds begot on roses,
And grey with incense, rustle through the silk
And velvet curtains: then set all the windows,
The doors and gates, wide open; let the wolves,
Foxes, and owls, and snakes, come in and feast;
Let the bats nestle in the golden bowls,
The shaggy brutes stretch on the velvet couches,
The serpent twine him o'er and o'er the harp's
Delicate chords:--to Night, and all its devils,
We do abandon this accursed house."
--Beddoes
dreamlore tarrying
riffle-ruffle
at the bottom of the sea
aspect this hour
the sky wears
that allows only missiles
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