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The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe read for LibriVox
dot Org by bruskachuk Lo. Tis a galla night within
the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight in veils,
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and drown'd in tears. Sit in a theater to see
a play of hopes and fears, while the orchestra breathes
fitfully the music of the spheres mimes in the form
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of God on high. Mutter and mumble low, and hither
and thither fly mere puppets, they who come and go
at bidding of vast four formless things that shift the
scenery to and fro, flapping from out their condor wings invisible.
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Woe that motley drama. Oh, be sure it shall not
be forgot with its phantom chaste for evermore by a
crowd that sees it not through a circle, that ever
returneth in to the self same spot. And much of madness,
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and more of sin and horror the soul of the plot.
But see amid the mimic route, a crawling shape intrude,
a blood red thing that rides from out the scenic solitude.
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It rides, It rides with mortal pangs, the minds become
its food and Seraph's sob at vermin fangs in human
gore imbued out Out are the lights out all and
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over each quivering form the curtain. A funeral pall comes
down with the rush of a storm, while the angels
all pallid and wan uprising unveiling. Affirm that the play
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is the tragedy Man and its hero the conqueror Worm
and a poem. This recording is in the public domain.