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Long Pablo heard their movements with disgust, Till silence broke but by repletion’s snore Convinced the sightless man that Heaven is just, And with excitement fierce his bonds he tore. Trembling with rage, he stood upon the floor An instant, then drew forth a dagger keen, And groped his blind way through the chamber-door. From sleeping form to form he passed, I ween With preternatural touch as true as each were seen!