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XLII.
The last chime past, the chamber's gloomWas suddenly dispelled;
The crowded shelves, which until now
Had inert volumes held,
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Its proper guardian owned;
Naught could be seen, where books had been,
But shadowy forms enthroned,
Their eyes of flame shed o'er the place
A wild, unearthly light,
Revealing evanescent shades
Unknown to mortal sight.
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