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1649 A Cap of Lead across the sky Was tight and surly drawn We could not find the mighty Face The Figure was withdrawn— A Chill came up as from a shaft Our noon became a well A Thunder storm combines the charms Of Winter and of Hell. Edited by Peter Carter
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