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Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose

The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul—
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is license to be still.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 4:38 PM | Viewed: 4775 times

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