The desert gave him visions wild,
150 Such as might suit the specter's child.
Where with black cliffs the torrents toil,
He watched the wheeling eddies boil,
Till, from their foam, his dazzled eyes
Beheld the River Demon rise;note
155 The mountain mist took form and limb,
Of noontide hag, or goblin grim;note
The midnight win
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