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When grave the twilight settles o'er my roof, / And from the haggard oaks unto my door / The rain comes, wild as one who rides before / His enemies that follow, hoof to hoof; / And in each window's gusty curtain-woof / The rain-wind sighs, like one who mutters o'er / Some tale of love and crime; and, on the floor, / The sunset spreads red stains as bloody proof; / From hall to hall and stealthy stair to stair, / Through all the house, a dread that drags me toward / The ancient dusk of that avoided room, / Wherein she sits with ghostly golden hair, / And eyes that gaze beyond her soul's sad doom, / Bending above an unreal harpsichord.