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Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth-
Widths out of the Sun-
And look-and shudder, and block your breath-
And deem to be alone

In such a place, what horror,
How Goblin it would be-
And fly, as 'twere pursuing you?
Then Loneliness-looks so-

Did you ever look in a Cannon's face-
Between whose Yellow eye-
And yours-the Judgment intervened-
The Question of “To die”-

Extemporizing in your ear
As cool as Satyr's Drums-
If you remember, and were saved-
It's liker so-it seems-