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The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe read for LibriVox
dot Org by philshamph Lo. Tis a gala night within
the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight in veils,
and drown'd in tears, sit in a theater to see
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a play of hopes and fears, while the orchestra breathes
fitfully the music of the spheres. Mimes in the form
of God on high mutter and mumble low, and hither
and thither fly mere puppets, they who come and go
at bidding of vast, 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 into the self same spot. And much of madness,
and more of sin and horror the soul of the plot.
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But see amid the mimic route, a crawling shape intrude,
a blood red thing that rise from out the scenic solitude.
It writhes, It writhes with mortal pangs. The mimes become
its food, and seraphs sob at vermin fangs in human
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gore imbued out. Out are the lights out, all and
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.