Tag: sleepwalking
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The Fall by Thomas Hood
‘Down, down, down, ten thousand fathoms deep.’ —Count Fathom. Who does not know that dreadful gulf, where Niagara falls, Where eagle unto eagle screams, to vulture vulture calls; Where down beneath, Despair and Death in liquid darkness grope, And upward, on the foam there shines a rainbow without Hope; While, hung with clouds of…