
The Fathers of the Church.
night, my room is full of devils
"Oh! earth, - I whispered to the night, is a fragrant cup which the pistil and stamens are the moon and stars! "And
, eyes heavy with sleep, I closed the window qu'incrusta Calvary's cross, black in the yellow halo of stained glass.
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again - if it was midnight - the time emblazoned with dragons and devils ! - The gnome that gets drunk oil in my lamp! If it was the nurse that rocks with a monotonous chant, in the armor of my father, a baby born dead!
If it was only the skeleton of the foot-soldier jailed in the woodwork, and striking the forehead, elbow and knee!
If it was my grandfather who falls off of its frame rotting, and hardening his gauntlet in the holy water stoup!
But Scarbo that bites me in the neck, and, to cauterize my wound bleeding, plunges his finger at the red-hot iron founaise.
Gaspard de la Nuit, 1842.
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Ill. Aloysius Bertrand