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I who am substance of shadow, I all compact
Of the stuff of the night, finding myself all wrongly
Among the crowds of things in the sunshine jostled and racked.How that the king their lord was nigh distract
With torture of a strange disease that rackedThro' his dark consciousness a light that racked
His being till he rose, alert to act.That my senaws cracked,
As though I had ben racked,Of spinsterdom and clergy racked
While he his hinted horrors hurled,
And she pictorially attacked.No ass with double panniers racked,
Oppressed, o'erladen, broken-backed,