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I / Thou whose spell can raise the dead, / Bid the Prophet's form appear. / "Samuel, raise thy buried head! / King, behold the phantom Seer! " / Earth yawned; he stood the centre of a cloud: / Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud.
Death stood all glassy in his fixéd eye; / His hand was withered, and his veins were dry; / His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there, / Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; / From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, / Like caverned winds, the hollow accents came.