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And therefore, though ’tis by no means my way

To rhyme at noon⁠—when I have other things

To think of, if I ever think⁠—I say

I feel some chilly midnight shudderings,

And prudently postpone, until mid-day,

Treating a topic which, alas! but brings

Shadows;⁠—but you must be in my condition,

Before you learn to call this superstition.