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.









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