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That the dim Moon thro' painted casement lends, He sees that devastation has been there; Then, while each hideous image to his mind Rises terrific, o'er a bleeding corse Stumbling he falls; another intercepts His staggering feet—All! all who used to rush With joy to meet him, all his family Lie murder'd in his way!—And the day dawns On a wild raving Maniac, whom a fate So sudden and calamitous has robb'd Of reason; and who round his vacant walls Screams unregarded, and reproaches Heaven!