 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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IN THE DEATH CHAMBER.
Still upon the vacant wall
Doth the silver phantom fall,
Like a glory in the gloom
Of the long-deserted room.
Doth the silver phantom fall,
Like a glory in the gloom
Of the long-deserted room.
Soul departed, can it be
Thou, death-laurelled majesty,
Mingling, in the moon's disguise,
With our midnight reveries?
Thou, death-laurelled majesty,
Mingling, in the moon's disguise,
With our midnight reveries?
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |