I A Shaded Lamp And A Waving Blind, And The Beat Of A Clock From A Distant Floor: On This Scene Enter - Winged, Horned, And Spined - A Longlegs, A Moth, And A Dumbledore; While 'Mid My Page There Idly Stands A Sleepy Fly, That Rubs Its Hands . . . Ii Thus Meet We Five, In This Still Place, At This Point Of Time, At This Point In Space. - My Guests Parade My New-Penned Ink, Or Bang At The Lamp-Glass, Whirl, And Sink. "God'S Humblest, They!" I Muse. Yet Why? They Know Earth-Secrets That Know Not I. Max Gate, 1899.
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