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“Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes!” I heard him scream

As I plunged into those mad lanes that wind

In labyrinths obscure and undefined

South of the river where old centuries dream.

He was a furtive figure, bent and ragged,

And in a flash had staggered out of sight,

So still I burrowed onward in the night

Toward where more roof-lines rose, malign and jagged.

No guide-book told of what was lurking here —

But now I heard another old man shriek:

“Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes!” And growing weak,

I paused, when a third greybeard croaked in fear:

“Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes!” Aghast, I fled —

Till suddenly that black spire loomed ahead.