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Methought I walked a dismal place

Dim horrors all around;

The air was thick with many a face,

And black as night the ground.

I saw a monster come with speed,

Its face of grimmliest green,

On human beings used to feed,

Most dreadful to be seen.

I could not speak, I could not fly,

I fell down in that place,

I saw the monster’s horrid eye

Come leering in my face!

Amidst my scarcely-stifled groans,

Amidst my moanings deep,

I heard a voice, “Wake! Mr. Jones,

You’re screaming in your sleep!”

(1850)