Larva HWYL 06 009

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Larva As from the moist and gelid sleep Of Death we rise on shuddering bones, The waste of that long night to weep, We pined us down to skeletons; So shuddering, weeping, weltering, worn, Gleaming with spectral eyes forlorn, Upon my bleak estate and bare Greyly I rose; like wan Despair Slow roused from Dissolution's lair. But in what dread dominion? Air Hung like a hell-blue vapour there. Steaming from some thick ooze, that cold Over my foot like reptiles rolled Sluggish, with many a slimy fold; Lethe's foul self, perchance, or flood Made slab with gouts of gall and blood Wept by the woe that wades the mud... (canto 2, p. 61) Darley, George. "Nepenthe." 1835. The Complete Poetical Works of George Darley. Routledge, nd. https://archive.org/details/completepoetical00darluoft/page/n5/mode/2up