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 And each fibre of my heart shrunk up Beneath their sorcery. Still, still they gleam—their searching glance Has pierced into my brain. I feel the stream of fire pass through, I feel its cureless pain!

One moment seemed to pass, and then My vision waxed more clear And livelier to my spell-fraught sight, These blazing eyes appear. As with unholy light they lit A pallid cheek and brow, And quivered on a lip as cold And blenched as driven snow. And I did gaze on that pale brow, And on that lovesome check; I watched those cold part-opened lips, Methought that they would speak; But motionless, and void of life As monumental stone, Was every feature, save those eyes, That evermore out shone With a fearful lustre, that to life On earth, is never known.