And deeper still the deep-down oubliette,
Down thirty feet below the smiling day.
Sudden in the sun
An oubliette winks. Where is he? Gone.
Gaoler of the donjon deep—
Black from pit to parapet—
In whose depths forever sleep
Famous bores whose sun has set,
[p 91]
]Daily ope the portal; let
In the bores who daily bore.