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There sleep'st thou, Paris! What profounder sleepWere thine, had matchless hearts not sieged thee round!
When those who sow'd in blood, in blood should reap,
When the bold hunters from earth's farthest bound
At length the tiger in his cavern found;
Then, not yon cloud that wraps thy giddy dream,
But the red vapour of the bloody ground,
Such as o'er Moscow hung, had caught the gleam;
The midnight fires of death, thy last, wild, waking beam.
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