‘You are a spirit, and it is well with you,
But I am come out of great folly and shame,
The sack of cities, wrongs I must undo…
But tell me of the beast, and whence it came;
Who were its sire and dam? What is its name?’
—‘It is my kin. All monsters are the brood
Of heaven and earth, and mixed with the holy blood.’
• From Narrative Poems
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