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All night long, by a distant bell, / The passing hours were notched / On the dark, while her breathing rose and fell, / And the spark of life I watched / In her face was glowing or fading, -- who could / tell? -- / And the open window of the room, / With a flare of yellow light, / Was peering out into the gloom, / Like an eye that searched the night.
Oh, what do you see in the dark, little window, and / why do you fear? / "I see that the garden is crowded wtth creeping forms / of fear: / Little white ghosts in the locust-tree, that wave in the / night-wind's breath, / And low in the leafy laurels the lurking shadow of / death."