MYSTERY.
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From out the caverns of mysterious thought Appeared a form who said, “I’m Memory.” “Go back!” cried I, “I care not for the past, Send me the form who knows what’s yet to be.” A shadow rose and said, “You call, I’m here; Thy future leads thee to the Stygian shore, And none shall weep for thee a single tear.” “Avaunt!” I cried, “I will not hear thee more.”