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On winter nights beside the nursery fire / We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals / Builded its pictures. There before our eyes / We saw the vaulted hall of traceried stone / Uprear itself, the distant ceiling hung / With pendent stalactites like frozen vines; / And all along the walls at intervals, / Curled upwards into pillars, roses climbed, / And ramped and were confined, and clustered leaves / Divided where there peered a laughing face.
The foliage seemed to rustle in the wind, / A silent murmur, carved in still, gray stone.