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 O'er brow and cheek I felt it slide; And, like a frozen rill, The blood waxed thick within my veins, Grew pulseless, and stood still. O'er brow and cheek I felt it slide, So clammy and so cold, Like the touch of one whose lifeless limbs In winding-sheet are rolled. Straight upward did I look, and then From the thick obscurity— Oh, horrible! there downward gleamed Two glittering eyes on me. From the ceiling of that lofty room These glittering eyes did stare; They rested on me, under them, With a fixed and fearful glare. Oh, never human eyes did flash So wild and strange a light, As these twin eyes straight downward poured On that unhappy night. Their beams shot down like lances long, Unutterably bright. And still these glittering living lights Did steadfast gaze on me;