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THE MONSTER MAGGOT
A Poet!—With never a single theme
Of glory or delight,
He folds his wings for a gloomy dream
Of Death despair-bedight;
And, willing not that Beauty use
His wilderness of soul,
He chooseth for his daintier muse
Raven or Ghoul.
Of glory or delight,
He folds his wings for a gloomy dream
Of Death despair-bedight;
And, willing not that Beauty use
His wilderness of soul,
He chooseth for his daintier muse
Raven or Ghoul.
And now a “Conqueror Worm” he sings,—
A blood-red crawling shape,
Invisible woe from its condor wings
Out-flapping, all agape;
While angels bewing'd, bedight in veils,
Watch mumbling mimes, with tears,
In a play where a maniac Horror wails
To the music of the spheres.
A blood-red crawling shape,
Invisible woe from its condor wings
Out-flapping, all agape;
While angels bewing'd, bedight in veils,
Watch mumbling mimes, with tears,
In a play where a maniac Horror wails
To the music of the spheres.
The play is the play of Human Woes,
Of Madness, Sin, and Death:
There is nothing else the Poet knows
God's azure sky beneath
But Madness, Horror, and Sin,
Death and Sorrow, and Wrong:
Even so doth the Singer begin,
So ends his Song.
Of Madness, Sin, and Death:
There is nothing else the Poet knows
God's azure sky beneath
But Madness, Horror, and Sin,
Death and Sorrow, and Wrong:
Even so doth the Singer begin,
So ends his Song.
“It writhes”—the Worm,—“with mortal pangs
“The mimes become its food;
“And the angels sob at vermin fangs
“In human gore imbued,”—
This monster terrible, formless, huge,
Means—put in plainest terms:
Our Poet needs a vermifuge.
The child's disease is worms.
“The mimes become its food;
“And the angels sob at vermin fangs
“In human gore imbued,”—
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Means—put in plainest terms:
Our Poet needs a vermifuge.
The child's disease is worms.
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