And from its head as from one body grow,

Asgrass out of a watery rock.

Hairs which are vipers, and they curl and flow

And their long tangles in each other lock,

And with unending involutions show

Their mailèd radiance, as it were to mock

The torture and the death within, and saw

The solid air with many a ragged jaw.

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