On awakening this morning
I could'nt remember in the quivering cold
The silent chanting faces
Garbed in scarlet cloaks that terrorized
My dreams

It was what I felt and heard
In those dreamy avenues of the night
That gave sight to the sounds
That gathered in portions of the picture.

What frail,splendid, noble blood
Dressed the actors in such finery and voice
What gods did these strange faces worship
And consult, drunk perhaps on the
Obsceneties of Bacchus

Gorging my sleep...
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