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/ Bowed hearts that hold the saddest memories / Are the most beautiful; and such make sweet / Light happy moods of alien natures which / Their sadness contacts, and so sanctifies.
/ And such to me is an old, gabled house, / Deserted and neglected and unknown / Within the dreamy hollow of its hills, / Dark, cedared hills and fruitless orchards sear; / With but its host of shrouded memories / Haunting its low and desolate rooms and halls, / Its roomy hearths and cob-webbed crevices.