Cave of Poverty, The - Part 2
Ten Thousand Doors, like Flaws in mouldring Earth,
Led to the Center of the Gloomy Den;
And each to streaky Gleams of Light gave Birth,
That shot a-thwart the Dusk, and seem'd a-kin:
Pale as the Fire that on Night's Visage glows,
Serving alone her Horrors to disclose:
Led to the Center of the Gloomy Den;
And each to streaky Gleams of Light gave Birth,
That shot a-thwart the Dusk, and seem'd a-kin:
Pale as the Fire that on Night's Visage glows,
Serving alone her Horrors to disclose:
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