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The mansion stood apart in its own ground; In front thereof a fragrant garden-lawn, High trees about it, and the whole walled round: The massy iron gates were both withdrawn; And every window of its front shed light, Portentous in that City of the Night.
But though thus lighted it was deadly still As all the countless bulks of solid gloom; Perchance a congregation to fulfil Solemnities of silence in this doom, Mysterious rites of dolour and despair Permitting not a breath or chant of prayer?