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A thousand thoughts and fears perplex'd her brain—
She turn'd to Ivan, who, in breathless pain,
Gaz'd on her face—at length she silence broke,
And gath'ring strength and calmness thus she spoke:
“If awful visitation from the tomb
“May be believ'd, our hapless Mable's doom
“Came ere the law of nature had decreed,
“And murd'rous hands perform'd the fatal deed.
“Her spirit mourns the burial rites unpaid,
“And these sad eyes beheld the fearful shade—
“It bade me seek again my own abode,
“In strange unearthly tone its accents flow'd;
“Which, as they chill'd my soul, I heard declare,
“That Mable's murderer should meet me there!
“One I did meet, whose name this heart, tho' weak,
“Shall never prompt my fearful tongue to speak;
“It might be all deception, and my sight
“Have been deluded by the shades of night!”
She turn'd to Ivan, who, in breathless pain,
Gaz'd on her face—at length she silence broke,
And gath'ring strength and calmness thus she spoke:
“If awful visitation from the tomb
“May be believ'd, our hapless Mable's doom
“Came ere the law of nature had decreed,
“And murd'rous hands perform'd the fatal deed.
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“And these sad eyes beheld the fearful shade—
“It bade me seek again my own abode,
“In strange unearthly tone its accents flow'd;
“Which, as they chill'd my soul, I heard declare,
“That Mable's murderer should meet me there!
“One I did meet, whose name this heart, tho' weak,
“Shall never prompt my fearful tongue to speak;
“It might be all deception, and my sight
“Have been deluded by the shades of night!”
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