I have found the Crescent, and number Two—
I have rung the bell—the servant has come—
I have opened my lips, and words run through,
And they ask 'Is Mr. Clarence at home?'
A man has appear'd from some inner place
(I heard him describ'd 'ere this trance began)—
Is he moving away into empty space?
I must come to life and must stop this man.
A terrible nightmare on throat and brain—
A body and soul in bewilder'd strife—