Once a weird vision came to me; Therein I saw a rifted tree. It had a . . . . . . ;
But as it was it pleased me too.
I beg most humbly to salute The gallant with the cloven foot! Let him a . . .
have ready here, If he a . . . does not fear.
Accursed mob! How dare ye thus to meet? Have I not shown and
demonstrated too, That ghosts stand not on ordinary feet? Yet here ye dance,
Then at our ball, what doth he here?
Oh! He must everywhere appear. He must adjudge, when others dance; If on
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