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 KNOW where lurk The eyes of Fear; I, I alone, Where shadowy-clear, Watching for me, Lurks Fear.

’Tis ever still And dark, despite All singing and All candlelight, 'Tis ever cold, And night.

He touches me; Says quietly, "Stir not, nor whisper, I am nigh; Walk noiseless on, I am by!"

He drives me As a dog a sheep; Like a cold stone