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431: So I remain’d with him sitting in the twisted root of an oak;
432: he was suspended in a fungus, which hung with the head downward into the deep.
433: By degrees we beheld the infinite Abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city;
434: beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but shining;
435: round it were fiery tracks on which revolv’d vast spiders, crawling after their prey;
437: No longer in deadly black,
438: with hoarse note curse the sons of joy.
440: whom tyrant, he calls free:
442: Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity,
443: that wishes but acts not!
444: For every thing that lives is Holy.
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