My night is spent, sitting in secret study.
A tripod serving as my sole support
from solitude an exiguous flame's emerging
in order to have - what was lost - restored

My wand is held and put between the branches
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both feet and garment's them are moisted
- fear when, through the sleeves, a voice quetly trembles
splendour divine - and divinations near