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The Spirit
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‘T is whiter than an Indian pipe,
‘T is dimmer than a lace;
No stature has it, like a fog,
When you approach the place.

Not any voice denotes it here,
Or intimates it there;
A spirit, how doth it accost?
What customs hath the air?

This limitless hyperbole
Each one of us shall be;
‘T is drama, if (hypothesis)
It be not tragedy!