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“Till, in prodigious hour, one swollen with youth,

Blind from new-broken prison, knowing not

Himself nor her, nor how to mate with truth,

Lay with her in a strange and secret spot,

Mortal with her immortal, and begot

This walker-in-the-night.”⁠—“But did you know

This mortal’s name?”⁠—“Why⁠ ⁠… it was long ago.