Silences in the mind, the haunting Silences, Silences daunting, Chill as a cavern`s air, immuring hollow gloom Yet inly luring Like springs that ooze there, glidings from the stone: What strange, dark tidings You brim with! First, the doubted certainties, Then fancies routed By a spectral whisper from unstable worlds That turns to fable Accepted hope and fever of desires; A whispered Never, Out of a vapour clothing from afar All things in Nothing.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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