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There was one other room,—and Sought for her mother there. A heavy flame Gleamed from a dying lamp; a cold air came Damp from the broken casement. There one lay, Like marble seen but by the moonlight ray! And drew near. One withered hand Was stretched, as it would reach a wretched stand Where some cold water stood! And by the bed She knelt—and gazed—and saw her mother—dead!