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 Then suddenly to wake from sleep, To gaze round that dim room We're sure to feel as one whose pulse Again beats in the tomb, Swelling with idle life and strength Within its stifling gloom.

'Twas even so that I awoke (Sure awake I could not be), Though with the life-likeness of waking truths Were all things clothed to me. 'Twas in terror I awoke Within that chamber dim; The sweat drop burst on my cold brow, Dull horror numbed each limb. In agony my temples beat, Life only throbbed there; And creeping cold, like living things, Stood up each clammy hair. It seemed as if a spell from hell Were drugg'd deep with the air; Yet wherefore should I fear, To me was all unknown; For that chamber was, as heretofore, Dim, desolate, and lone.