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And (like a dream) the sight he feared to find

Was waiting here. Then cloister, path and square

He hastened through: down paths that ended blind,

Traced and retraced his steps. The thing sat there

In every door, still watching, everywhere,

Behind, ahead, all around⁠—So! Steady now,

Lest panic comes. He stopped. He wiped his brow.