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In your arms was still delight,
Quiet as a street at night;
And thoughts of you,
I do remember,

Convulsions came; and, where the field Long slept in pastoral green,
A goblin-mountain was upheaved(Sure the scared sense was all deceived), Marl-glen and slag-ravine
The unreserve of Ill was there, The clinkers in her last retreat;