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The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse
… devil cold as ice Breathes somewhere, for I feel his shudder take ‘My veins: some deadlier asp or cockatrice Slimes in my senses : T am half awake, ‘Half automatic, as I move along Wrappedin a cloud of blackness deep as hell, _ Hsing afar some halt-forgicen 005 s of dsraption; yet strange glories dwell Aonemy fel oro is the very Dawn, would strike wis "The limitationsof this deadly aight, _ ‘That folds me for the sign of death and sin— aa es: “ te = describes the Init ‘of the true * Hermeth nit of BeBe en of
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