Makes me conceive how dark I have become,
And re-illuminates things that used to turn
To gold in broadest blue, and be a part
Of a turning spirit in an earlier self.
That, too, returns from out the winter's air,
Like an hallucination come to daze
The corner of the eye. Our element,
Cold is our element and winter's air
Brings voices as of lions coming down.
Oh! Rabbi, rabbi, fend my soul for me
And true savant of this dark nature be.
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