When into storm the evening sky is wrought,
Upon his swinging corse an eye can glance, 665
And drop, as he once dropped, in miserable trance.


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VARIANTS ON THE TEXT


[Variant 1:

1845.

Three years ... 1842.]


[Variant 2:

1845.

... rose and pursued ... 1842.]


[Variant 3:

1845.

... demoniac ... 1842.]