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The Puppet Show.
In deepest grotto candles flicker,
Growing shadows ripple and quiver,
Figures form on cavern walls,
Ilusion cast in gloomy halls.
Fawns prance in joyous scene,
To pipes drums and tambourine,
And maidens sing to entrance,
Souls lost to the dance.
Men tied to pillard stalagmites,
Shown deepest desperate hearts delights,
Till one spies the candles near,
And joyous figures disapear.
Gone are all things saccharine,
From cabin deep and laberynthene,
Shade comes caving-in,
Till darkness reigns supreme
Growing shadows ripple and quiver,
Figures form on cavern walls,
Ilusion cast in gloomy halls.
Fawns prance in joyous scene,
To pipes drums and tambourine,
And maidens sing to entrance,
Souls lost to the dance.
Men tied to pillard stalagmites,
Shown deepest desperate hearts delights,
Till one spies the candles near,
And joyous figures disapear.
Gone are all things saccharine,
From cabin deep and laberynthene,
Shade comes caving-in,
Till darkness reigns supreme
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