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Rh "Seek my own room I cannot— A figure is on the stair!" "—What figure? Nay, I scan not Any one lingering there. A bough outside is waving, And that's its shade by the moon." "—Well, all is strange! I am craving Strength to leave soon."

"—Ah, maybe you've some vision Of showings beyond our sphere; Some sight, sense, intuition Of what once happened here? The house is old; they've hinted It once held two love-thralls, And they may have imprinted Their dreams on its walls?

"They were—I think 'twas told me— Queer in their works and ways; The teller would often hold me With weird tales of those days. Some folk can not abide here, But we—we do not care Who loved, laughed, wept, or died here, Knew joy, or despair."