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"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest / Who, with thy hollow breast / Still in rude armor drest, / Comest to daunt me! / Wrapt not in Eastern balms, / Bat with thy fleshless palms / Stretched, as if asking alms, / Why dost thou haunt me?"
Then, from those cavernous eyes / Pale flashes seemed to rise, / As when the Northern skies / Gleam in December; / And, like the water's flow / Under December's snow, / Came a dull voice of woe / From the heart's chamber.