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'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling, / One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,- / Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling, / Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling, / They bodingly presaged destruction and woe!
'Twas then that I started, the wild storm was howling, / Nought was seen, save the lightning that danced on the sky, / Above me the crash of the thunder was rolling, / And low, chilling murmurs the blast wafted by. -
My heart sank within me, unheeded the jar / Of the battling clouds on the mountain-tops broke, / Unheeded the thunder-peal crashed in mine ear, / This heart hard as iron was stranger to fear, / But conscience in low noiseless whispering spoke. / 'Twas then that her form on the whirlwind uprearing, / The dark ghost of the murdered Victoria strode, / Her right hand a blood reeking dagger was bearing, / She swiftly advanced to my lonesome abode. - / I wildly then called on the tempest to bear me!
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