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This lost soul looked them over one and all,

Now sickening at the heart’s root; for he knew

This night was one of those when he would fall

And scream alone (such things they made him do)

And roll upon the floor. The madness grew

Wild at his breast, but still his brain was clear

That he could watch the moment coming near.

From Narrative Poems

Narrative Poems. Copyright © 1969 by C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. Preface copyright © 1969 by Walter Hooper. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers.