ACELDAMA. 
 
 
 
 
DARK night, red night.  This lupanar 
Has rosy flames that dip, that shake, 
Faint phantoms that disturb the lake 
Of magic mirror-land.  A star 
Like to a beryl, with a flake 
Of olive light 
Struck through is dull profound, is steadfast in the night. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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