Fragment: A Roman's Chamber
In the cave which wild weeds coverWait for thine aethereal lover;For the pallid moon is waning,O'er the spiral cypress hangingAnd the moon no cloud is staining.
It was once a Roman's chamber,Where he kept his darkest revels,And the wild weeds twine and clamber;It was then a chasm for devils.
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