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An awful statue, by a veil half-hid,At Sais stands. One came, to whom was known
All lore committed to Etruscan stone,
And all strange voices which dull time has chid
To silence now, by antique pyramid,
Skirting the desert, heard; and what the deep
May in its dimly-lighted chambers keep,
Where Genii groan beneath the seal-bound lid.
He dared to raise that yet unlifted veil
With hands not pure, but never might unfold
What there he saw; madness, the shadow, fell
On his few days, ere yet he went to dwell
With night's eternal people, and his tale
Has thus remained, and will remain, untold.
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