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Each heart has its haunted chamber, / Where the silent moonlight falls! / On the floor are mysterious footsteps, / There are whispers along the walls!
And mine at times is haunted / By phantoms of the Past / As motionless as shadows / By the silent moonlight cast.
A form sits by the window, / That is not seen by day, / For as soon as the dawn approaches / It vanishes away.
It sits there in the moonlight / Itself as pale and still, / And points with its airy finger / Across the window-sill.
Without before the window, / There stands a gloomy pine, / Whose boughs wave upward and downward / As wave these thoughts of mine.
And underneath its branches / Is the grave of a little child, / Who died upon life's threshold, / And never wept nor smiled.
What are ye, O pallid phantoms! / That haunt my troubled brain? / That vanish when day approaches, / And at night return again?
What are ye, O pallid phantoms! / But the statues without breath, / That stand on the bridge overarching / The silent river of death?