In chillness, like a clouded lantern-ray,
The forest’s heart of fog on mossed morass,
On purple pool and silky cotton-grass,
Revealed where lured the swallower byway.
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Dead outlook, flattened back with hard rebound
Off walls of distance, left each mounted height.
It seemed a giant hag-fiend, churning spite
Of humble human being, held the ground.