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Down she sat, poor cheated soul! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal; Leaned forward, with bright drooping hair And slant book, full against the glare. Her shadow, in uneasy guise, Hover'd about, a giant size, On ceiling-beam and old oak chair, The parrot's cage, and panel square; And the warm angled winter-screen, On which were many monsters seen, Call'd doves of Siam, Lima mice, And legless birds of Paradise, Macaw, and tender Av'davat, And silken-furr'd Angora cat. Untired she read, her shadow still Glower'd about, as it would fill The room with wildest forms and shades, As though some ghostly queen of spades Had come to mock behind her back, And dance, and ruffle her garments black. Untired she read the legend page, Of holy Mark, from youth to age, On land, on sea, in pagan chains. Rejoicing for his many pains. Sometimes the learned eremite, With golden star, or dagger bright, Referred to pious poesies Written in smallest crow-quill size Beneath the text; and thus the rhyme Was parcell'd out from time to time: ——"Als writith he of swevenis, Men han beforne they wake in bliss,