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 ROM out the wood I watched them shine,—
 * The windows of the haunted house,

Now ruddy as enchanted wine,
 * Now dark as flittermouse.

There went a thin voice piping airs
 * Along the grey and crooked walks,—

A garden of thistledown and tares,
 * Bright leaves, and giant stalks.

The twilight rain shone at its gates.
 * Where long-leaved grass in shadow grew;

And black in silence to her mates
 * A voiceless raven flew.

Lichen and moss the lone stones greened,
 * Green paths led lightly to its door,

Keen from her hair the spider leaned.
 * And dusk to darkness wore.

Amidst the sedge a whisper ran,
 * The West shut down a heavy eye,

And like last tapers, few and wan,
 * The watch-stars kindled in the sky.