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All night long, by a distant bell / The passing hours were notched / On the dark, while her breathing rose and fell; / And the spark of life I watched / In her face was glowing, or fading, -- who could tell? -- / And the open window of the room, / With a flare of yellow light, / Was peering out into the gloom, / Like an eye that searched the night.
_Oh, what do you see in the dark, little window, and why do you peer?