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Silence, silence, every where,
But all the lines were clear;
Silence, silence, every where
Not a soul to hear.

The very street did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should fare!
Yea, slimy things did wriggle with wings
Through the slimy air.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-rays cast at night;
The silence, like a machine’s eyes,
Shone green, and red and white.