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Savage I was sitting in my house, late, lone: / Dreary, weary with the long day's work: / Head of me, heart of me, stupid as a stone: / Tongue-tied now, now blaspheming like a Turk; / When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, / Half a pang and all a rapture, there again were we! -- / "What, and is it really you again? " quoth I: / "I again, what else did you expect? " quoth She.
"Never mind, hie away from this old house -- / Every crumbling brick embrowned with sin and shame! / Quick, in its corners ere certain shapes arouse! / Let them -- every devil of the night -- lay claim, / Make and mend, or rap and rend, for me! Good-by! / God be their guard from disturbance at their glee, / Till, crash, comes down the carcass in a heap! " quoth I: / "Nay, but there's a decency required! " quoth She.