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 * For there were sleeping dragons all around.
 * At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears—
 * Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found,
 * In all the house was heard no human sound.
 * A chain-droop'd lamp was flickering by each door;
 * The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound,
 * Flutter'd in the besieging wind's uproar;

And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.


 * Like phantoms to the iron porch they glide,
 * Where lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl,
 * With a huge empty flagon by his side:
 * The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his hide,
 * But his sagacious eye and inmate owns:
 * By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide:—
 * The chains lie silent on the footworn stones;

The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans.


 * These lovers fled away into the storm.
 * That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe,
 * And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form
 * Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm,
 * Were long be-nightmared. Angela the old
 * Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform;
 * The beadsman, after thousand aves told,

For aye unsought-for slept among his ashes cold.