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Lo! 'tis agala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres
Mimes, in form of God on high
Mutter and mumbled low
And hither and thither fly
Mere puppets they, who come and go At biding of vast formless things
That shift the scenary to and fro
Flapping from out of their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
The motley drama-oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not
Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot
And much of Madness, and more of Sin
And Horror the soul of the plot
But see, among the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! It writhes! With mortal pangs
The mimes become its food
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore
Imbuted
Out-out are the lights-out all!
And, over each quivering form
The curtain, the funeral pall
Comes down with the rush of a storm
And the angels, all pallid and wan
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy «Man»
And its hero the
Conqueor worm