Stanzas 11 and 12

He feels his heart might soon be burst

By memories so vile;

Nine vulture’s chicks, eager to thirst

On traveller of dream’s mile.

 

The flight goes on: his- and so, theirs,

A race against black eyes,

Worlds turning, now present stairs,

A path leading to the skies.

The End

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