And to content desire lifted the lid.
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She saw within nothing: But o’er her sight
That looked on nothing gan a darkness creep.
A cloudy poison, mix’d of Stygian night,
Rapt her to deadly and infernal sleep.
Backward she fell, like one when all is o’er,
And lay outstretch’d, as lies upon the shore
A drown’d corpse cast up by the murmuring deep.
