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HALLUCINATION.
(A MOOD OF MADNESS.)
He thinks I cannot see this hate
That dogs me like a sleepless fate.
That dogs me like a sleepless fate.
He calls himself my friend; a smile
Hides the cold blackness of his guile.
Hides the cold blackness of his guile.
He fancies that I read him not,
This second-hand Iscariot!
This second-hand Iscariot!
In each new ill my sharpened sense
Can trace his fierce malevolence!
Can trace his fierce malevolence!
He does not dream that I possess
This keen unique perceptiveness;
This keen unique perceptiveness;
That though we may be miles apart
I feel the hate within his heart;
I feel the hate within his heart;
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That when my room is still and dark,
For hours I lie awake and hark
For hours I lie awake and hark
To his vile thoughts, that hate me so,
Writhing like adders to and fro. ...
Writhing like adders to and fro. ...
But those grim threats I heard last night
Have filled me with a deep affright.
Have filled me with a deep affright.
I did not guess he would have dared ...
Ah, well; 't is wise to be prepared!
Ah, well; 't is wise to be prepared!
A man at least should guard his life ...
(So now I bear this secret knife!)
(So now I bear this secret knife!)
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