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In the depth of the night betwixt midnight and morning, In the darkness and silence forerunning the dawn, The throb of my heart was a drum beat of warning, My ears were a strain, and my breath was undrawn.
In the depth of the night, when the old house was sleeping, I lying alone in a desolate bed, Heard soft on the staircase a slow footstep creeping-- The ear of the living--the step of the dead.