| Rowena:
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| A wild being from birth
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| My spirit spurns control
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| Wondering the wide earth searching for my soul
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| While all the world is chiding
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| In visions of the dark night
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| I have had a waking dream
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| A holy dream
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| A holy dream
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| A waking dream of life and light
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| That cheered me as a lovely beam
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| A lonely spirit guiding
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| With a ray turned back upon the past
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| While I aghast
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| Sit motionless through the misty night
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| Dimly peering at what once shone bright
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| Peeking wariy at what shone afar
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| What could there be more purely bright
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| In Truth’s day-star?
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| Poe:
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| In the consideration of the faculties
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| And impulses of the human soul
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| In consideration of our arrogance
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| Our radical, primitive, irreducible arrogance of reason
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| We have all overlooked the propensity
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| We saw no need for it The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness
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| A mobile without motive
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| Through its promptings, we act without comprehensible object
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| Induction would have brought phrenology to admit this
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| We act for the reason we should not
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| For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible
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| The conviction of the wrong or impolicy of an action
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| Is often the unconquerable force
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| It is a primitive impulse
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| Elementary
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| The overwhelming tendency to do Wrong for the wrong’s sake
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| This impels us to its persecutions
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| Oh holy dream
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| We persist in acts
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| Because we feel that we should not persist in them
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| This is the combativeness of phrenology
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| Rowena:
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| We have a task before us which must be speedily performed
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| We know it will be ruinous to delay
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| Trumpet-tongued, the important crisis of our life calls
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| We glow
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| Poe:
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| We are consumed with eagerness to commence work
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| Yet a shadow flits across the brain
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| The impulse increases to a wish
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| The wish to a desire
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| The desire to uncontrollable longing
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| And the longing in defiance of all consequences is indulged
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| We put off all until tomorrow
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| Rowena:
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| We tremble with the violence of the conflict within us The definite with the indefinite
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| The substance with the shadow
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| There is no answer except that we feel perverse
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| The shadow prevails
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| Our energy returns
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| We will commit now
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| We will labor now
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| Oh holiest of dreams
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| But it is too late
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| We stand upon the brink of the precipice
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| Poe:
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| We grow sick and dizzy
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| We go to shrink from danger but instead we approach it We are intoxicated by the mere idea
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| Of a fall from such a great height
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| This fall, this rushing annihilation
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| For the very reason
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| It contains the most loathsome and ghastly images
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| Of death and suffering
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| For this reason do we now most impetuously desire it There is no passion in nature
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| So demonic as the passion of him who
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| Shuddering upon the edge, meditates a plunge
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| We will these actions merely
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| Because we feel that we should not
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| Having realized this, I swoon
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| It is the spirit of the perverse
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| The idea of a poison candle struck my fancy
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| And I procured one for my victim
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| I will not vex you with impertinent details
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| But suffice it to say the verdict was
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| «Death by the visitation of God»
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| Rowena:
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| All went well for me Poe:
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| All went well for me Rowena:
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| His estate inherited
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| I reveled in absolute security
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| I would never be found out
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| I was safe
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| I was safe
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| If I did not prove fool enough to make open confession
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| Poe:
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| If I did not prove fool enough to make public confession
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| No sooner had I uttered those words
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| Than I felt an icy chill creep into my heart
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| I made a strong effort
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| To shake off this nightmare of the soul
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| I laughed
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| I whistled
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| I walked and then walked faster
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| I thought I saw a formless shape approaching me from behind
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| And then I ran
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| I pushed and shoved blindly
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| I thought I left a hand upon my throat
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| No mortal hand
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| I screamed
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| And then clearly, clearly
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| I enunciated pregnant sentences
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| That consigned me to the hangman and the hell
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| The fullest judicial conviction
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| Today I wear chains but tomorrow I shall be fetterless
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| But where?
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| Oh holy dream
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| Oh beam of light
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| I fall prostrate with excitement this holy night |