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Vast are its halls, as vast the halls and lone / Where DEATH stalks listening to the wind and rain; / And dark that house, where I shall meet again / My long-dead Sin in some dread way unknown; / For I have dreamed of stairs of haunted stone, / And spectre footsteps I have fled in vain; / And windows glaring with a blood-red stain, / And horrible eyes, that burn me to the bone, / Within a face that looks as that black night / It looked when deep I dug for it a grave, -- / The dagger wound above the brow, the thin / Blood trickling down slantwise the ghastly white; -- / And I have dreamed not even GOD can save / Me and my soul from that risen Sin.