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What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder -- / The Night, with her black veil down to her feet / Like an ordained nun, know what lies under / That awful, motionless, snow-white sheet? / The winds seem crazed, and, wildly howling, / Over the sad earth blindly go. / Do they and the dark clouds over them scowling, / Do they dream or know?
Why, here in the room, not a week or over -- / Tho' it must be a week, not more than one -- / (I cannot recken of late or discover / When one day is ended or one begun), / But here in this room we were laughing lightly, / And glad was the measure our two hearts beat; / And the royal face that was smiling so brightly / Lies under that sheet.