I saw it in my dream where
Gloomy fog mists in the space,
Depriving of fresh air
Of oneself reliance.
Blindfolded in such an atmosphere
A lad then desprately looks for red rocks.
Beyond his reach there
Comes a nymph who dresses
With bridal veil, gules;
And her eyes, crystal;
Following her smile, sable.
As blithe had been folded,
What once was enchanted
Now is twisted to the haunted.
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