 | Romance and revery |  |
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AT MIDNIGHT.
There is something at the window,
Tapping on the pane.
I heard it twice; I heard it thrice;
I hear it now again—
Above the whirling tempest and the rushes of the rain.
Tapping on the pane.
I heard it twice; I heard it thrice;
I hear it now again—
Above the whirling tempest and the rushes of the rain.
Why should I chill and tremble
At little sounds like these,
And sweat for fright in my bed at night
And feel my pulses freeze,—
I that have battled bravely with perils upon seas?
At little sounds like these,
And sweat for fright in my bed at night
And feel my pulses freeze,—
I that have battled bravely with perils upon seas?
[OMITTED]
We were together on the raft ...
I moaned to Heaven for food;
The merciless gale brought not a sail
To the sea's great solitude.
“Courage,” he whispered ... and at last mad famine fired my blood!
I moaned to Heaven for food;
The merciless gale brought not a sail
To the sea's great solitude.
“Courage,” he whispered ... and at last mad famine fired my blood!
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God! how he shuddered when he saw
The murder in my face,
And raved for life beneath the knife,
And begged an hour of grace,
And caught me with his wasted arms in agonized embrace!
The murder in my face,
And raved for life beneath the knife,
And begged an hour of grace,
And caught me with his wasted arms in agonized embrace!
[OMITTED]
Why should I chill and tremble
At little sounds like these,
And sweat with fright in my bed at night
And feel my pulses freeze?
—Back, dim ghost at the window, to thy grave in the tossing seas!
At little sounds like these,
And sweat with fright in my bed at night
And feel my pulses freeze?
—Back, dim ghost at the window, to thy grave in the tossing seas!
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