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XIX.

The glaring light was but a spark
In that vast chamber, that tremendous tomb;
The space just round it was illumed,
But all beside was dark,
A vast, a limitless expanse of gloom.
Above, could nought be seen, but a thick air

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Hung like a funeral mantle there;
And all around
Was inessential night,
A weary void unto the sight
A dreary dark profound.
Still on they went, until at last
They came unto a door, well barred and fast.