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         I bent in the deep of night

      Over a pedigree the chronicler gave

      As mine; and as I bent there, half-unrobed,

The uncurtained panes of my window-square let in the watery light

         Of the moon in its old age:

And green-rheumed clouds were hurrying past where mute and cold it globed

   Like a drifting dolphin’s eye seen through a lapping wave.

         So, scanning my sire-sown tree,

      And the hieroglyphs of this spouse tied to that,

         With offspring mapped below in lineage,

         Till the tangles troubled me,

The branches seemed to twist into a seared and cynic face

   Which winked and tokened towards the window like a Mage