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or somebody talked with the confidence of a chattering
child, complete nonsense. There might have been ghostly
comforters confidantes about, gently pacing from room to room, &
nameless comforters, who would treasure up in their the
to hide conceal in their & engulf in the folds of their cloaks
what was murmured & cried; or, stooping, to receive gravely,
the odd changes, from torture to calm, from hate to indifference,
which, in the dark bedroom, in the with darkness pouring.1
in from above & below, the came & went, over the all these faces
Then, Pacing & stooping these confidantes, these nameless comforters
presence of For Otherwise, the sleepers with their those extraordinary
gestures of hope, &their cries of despair, & the chuckles, of like birds, of
.senseless merriment, were thus mopping & b mowing2 to in the to
no one: reached out for nothing, & acted in the depths of the night
a drama unseen3        Shadows & darkness only alone then
.received
 them, unfurled their wings, & gazed from their hoods with such eyes as
may open in the depths of nothingness, & received such
ecstasies as might wak half wake a sleeper when midnight is
past &, dreaming of his joy, he cries out; &

 


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