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I’d sooner be a pagan in this hut,
Wherein the singing spheres creep thro’ my door,
And dance and dance upon my bedroom floor,
As ’tween the sheets I watch with eyes unshut,
And on my bed-rail, wailing o’er the din,
A gnat plays on its tiny violin!
I’m wrapt in some fine madness of a sense