—Dark curtains, sweepy fold, night-purple pall,
He thought he had not noticed it before.
Sudden desire for darkness overbore
His will, and drew him towards it. All was blind
Within. He passed. The curtains closed behind.
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He entered in a void. Night-scented flowers
Breathed there, but this was darker than the night
That is most black with beating thundershowers,
—A disembodied world where depth and height