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[And hark! there is something strange about]
“‘And hark! there is something strange about,
For my dull old blood is stirred;
That was n't the feet of the storm without,
Nor the voice of the storm I heard!
For my dull old blood is stirred;
That was n't the feet of the storm without,
Nor the voice of the storm I heard!
[OMITTED]
“‘'Tis my boy! he is coming home, he is near,
Or I could not hear him pass;
For his step is as light as the step of the deer
On the velvet prairie grass.”
Or I could not hear him pass;
For his step is as light as the step of the deer
On the velvet prairie grass.”
[OMITTED]
“She rose—she stood erect, serene;
She swiftly crossed the floor,
And the hand of the wind, or a hand unseen,
Threw open wide the door.
She swiftly crossed the floor,
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Threw open wide the door.
“Through the portal rushed the cruel blast,
With a wail on its awful swell;
As she cried, ‘My boy, you have come at last,’
And prone o'er the threshold fell.
With a wail on its awful swell;
As she cried, ‘My boy, you have come at last,’
And prone o'er the threshold fell.
“And the stranger heard no other sound,
And saw no form appear;
But whoever came at midnight found
Her lamp was burning clear!”
And saw no form appear;
But whoever came at midnight found
Her lamp was burning clear!”
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