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Nevermore at doorways that are barken / Shall the madcap wind knock and the noonlight; / Nor the circle, which thou once didst darken, / Shine with footsteps of the neighboring moonlight, / Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken.
Nevermore, gallooned with cloudy laces, / Shall the morning, like a fair freebooter, / Make thy leaves his richest treasure-places; / Nor the sunset, like a royal suitor, / Clothe thy limbs with his imperial graces.