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Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, / A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak!
Not yellow eyes in the room at night, / Staring out from a surface of cobweb gray!
And not the flap of a condor wing, / When the roar of life in your ears begins / As a sound heard never before!
But on a sunny afternoon, / By a country road, / Where purple rag-weeds bloom along a straggling fence, / And the field is gleaned, and the air is still, / To see against the sunlight something black, / Like a blot with an iris rim --
That is the sign to eyes of second sight.
And that I saw!