Confraction

Benighted Leams

Cothurnian fell, the wit confract, thy linning onered as sopor fell;
and flemed I flimmered, yet morn flebled that fettled hell.

Fact of confraction not gery but greme, the german eyrie,
not Nazgul's Eyrie, til morn I mourned that grim lectual eerie.

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